on the phone baba asks do you know how to swim?
By Abi Diaz
Identifies with the nations of Iran & Iraq
I say no, I never learned.
He says best form of exercise, swimming
When you come to visit I throw you in water,
big water, you know, lake, yes lake,
again & again until you learn
to stay above water, keep body above water.
No, uh, float, yes, float!
I ask When’d you learn to swim?
He says in the Old Country, in Baghdad, when I was twelve
we moved to new house by Tigris, you know river,
it was first time I had seen water
like that, I saw people swim, I know I have to learn
so I keep trying until I learn. I swim
so well I cross whole river. At thirteen or fourteen I build boat.
I ask How’d you build a boat?
He says oh easy, just metal sheet, four by eight feet & put
nails & put wood & put four gallon tank in back
so would not go down, go below water, you know,
so it would float, yes float! If you have chance
you should learn to swim, never know
when you might need, never know when
you might drown.
On the phone I tell mama. You’ve never heard that story
before? Oh nana worried, said she thought
he would drown. She thought he was so stupid,
thought he’d disappear downstream & wash up
dead on the banks. He tried to teach me
when we lived in Greece,
I was afraid of the sea.
But on a pier he tossed me in. Flailing I thought
I was going to drown. I swallowed salt water til it became
glass in my eyes & in my lungs. His friend told us how he’d
swallowed olive oil to keep from starving, he said
it didn’t stop the hunger though. I took one breath, it didn’t
stop the drowning though.
I ask So did it work, did you learn to swim?
No, his friend jumped in, can’t remember exactly. The sea went dark.
Abi Diaz is a poet and essayist working on her MFA. Coming from multiple lineages of displaced and colonized peoples, she strives to reconnect with her past through writing and cooking.