ight now, more than anything, I want to feel chlorine’s sting as I sit on the edge of uneven cartoon chair, all uncomfortable slick plastic straps of white and blue alternating, feet on warm, rough cement, drying my head with a towel, looking forward to the cool shower which will divorce me from the pool water but never chlorine’s sting.
Chlorine's Sting
21 November 2005
21 November 2005
