Lane Swimming is shit

No, I do not have any flip flops with me

I will slap my feet on the tiles and hope for the best

run head-first into the guise of chlorine

because I am preoccupied with the hairs

they bud on my legs my armpits my belly button

they darken the nearer they get to my ankles

I forgot to cut my toenails

and how my eyes look in goggles you forget

the pool gaze, so specific to those four walls

looking in at yourself with the burning whites of your eyes

through the semi-opaque windows

damp and unmoving

like a blurry hunk of flesh

because I forget that I am just a person

who wants to do handstands underwater,

I must write that down.