I start out br to write about br the boat on my br medallion from Crete. br A never-replaced br chain holds it br through the loop. br I wear the necklace br with a boat to remember br what happened br when I made the stops br I shouldn't have, br though mostly br it has been br a life in which I never br had to say, 'should've br sailed when the sailing br was good.' And I wear it br to remember the storm br between Mikanos and Crete br that tipped the Cretan fishing boat br with such force I thought br it wouldn't recover. br I set out to keep in mind br the boat moving br around my chest hair, br my waves, and the storm br you can't see coming, br and the water where br some fishermen learn br not to go, that place br their wives dread. br Me and something, and br something else swinging br when I walk, or when I lean br over her mouth. I wear br the necklace for protection, br I wear it to remind me that Linda, br who gave it to me, who, reaching up, br hooked it together, found it on Crete br in a shop in Agio Nickolaus br called Big Cheap Store br where, in fact, nothing br was cheap, and mostly br there was only one br of everything for sale, br and the bartering br wasn't easy, but br it was done.