In the center of the pool I hold my breath and let myself pencil below the water’s surface. You pace around the edge wearing combat boots and a furrowed brow, but you would jump in fully-clothed, boots laced and everything, if I didn’t come back up. I let the water stain my eyes chlorine green, study the paint chip mosaic on the pool floor, and open my mouth so the bubbles can carry your name to the surface
Photo by Jeremy Fulton
