Pleiades

I want to get up from this table and get a glass of water. I want to brush my teeth, then my hair, braid it, pull it back into a bun. I want to put on a linen shift and walk along the Gulf Coast from Bolivar Island to Matagorda Bay. I don’t care that the sandbars are far from the shore or that the tar balls would flatten around my heels or that the water is muddy from river runoff. But I am in Middle America and yesterday …