Days

For four months in Montreal, I had the same dream. seven years ago, on the Saint Lawrence River, I danced to Celine Dion's ‘Nothing Broken But My Heart’ with an older teen, a girl in a blue dress that seemed white in the dim of twilight. What I know best of the deck of the ship is the smell of strawberry shampoo, of vanilla perfume. I held her close as the wind picked up.