story<font face="Times New Roman"><strong>WORSEWICK</strong>Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put someboards across the creek. That was it.The boards dammed up the creek enough to form a hugebathtub there, and the creek flowed over the top of the boards,invited like a postcard to the ocean a thousand miles away.As I said Worsewick was nothing fancy, not like theplaces where the swells go. There were no buildings around.We saw an old shoe lying by the tub.The hot springs came down off a hill and where they flowedthere was a bright orange scum through the sagebrush. Thehot springs flowed into the creek right there at the tub andthat' s where it was nice.We parked our car on the dirt road and went down and tookoff our clothes, then we took off the baby's clothes, and thedeerflies had at us until we got into the water, and then theystopped.There was a green slime growing around the edges of thetub and there were dozens of dead fish floating in our bath.Their bodies had been turned white by death, like frost oniron doors. Their eyes were large and stiff.The fish had made the mistake of going down the creek toofar and ending up in hot water, singing, "When you lose yourmoney, learn to lose."We played and relaxed in the water. The green slime andthe dead fish played and relaxed with us and flowed out overus and entwined themselves about us.Splashing around in that hot water with my woman, I beganto get ideas, as they say. After a while I placed my body insuch a position in the water that the baby could not see myhard-on.I did this by going deeper and deeper in the water, like adinosaur, and letting the green slime and dead fish cover meover.My woman took the baby out of the water and gave her abottle and put her back in the car. The baby was tired. It wasreally time for her to take a nap.My woman took a blanket out of the car and covered up thewindows that faced the hot springs. She put the blanket ontopof the car and then lay rocks on the blanket to hold it in place.I remember her standing there by the car.Then she came back to the water, and the deerflies wereat her, and then it was my turn. After a while she said, "Idon't have my diaphragm with me and besides it wouldn'twork in the water, anyway. I think it's a good idea if youdon't come inside me. What do you think?"I thought this over and said all right. I didn't want anymore kids for a long time. The green slime and dead fishwere all about our bodies.I remember a dead fish floated under her neck. I waitedfor it to come up on the other side, and it came up on theother side.Worsewick was nothing fancy.Then I came, and just cleared her in a split secondlikean airplane in the movies, pulling out of a nosedive and sail-ing over the roof of a school.My sperm came out into the water, unaccustomed to thelight, and instantly it became a misty, stringy kind of thingand swirled out like a falling star, and I saw a dead fishcomeforward and float into my sperm, bending it in the middle.His eyes were stiff like iron.
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