Thursday, November 17, 2011
my kitchen smells of the ymca pool. humid and echo-y. the 1970s. a child standing under a weak shower surrounded by naked women of all ages and sizes. heavy wet hair hanging down my back. and the huge windowless room full of pool and tile and tepid water, soaked in the scent of chlorine. my kitchen carries it all back to me in a rush this morning. i washed the floor with bleach and the scent is just strong enough to take me back to my 10 year old self, swimming at the ymca.