I screamed "I love you" underwater, where I knew no one could hear, and if they heard me, it was garbled, which turned out to be how I feel. I sing to you no words I’ve thought out to have meaning or make sense. I’d rather not look like a plotter, though plotting nothing is just as grave an offense. I scratched the label off my glasses, I tore the emblems off my jeans, but you can tell where they were fastened, you can tell it matters to me. Today I bought a silver dollar so I would have something to give on visiting day to my granddaughter. I can just picture her face when she sees it.