By JO Morgan
The first duty of each day is to unlock the heat
from the mixed changing rooms, to prep the electric sauna
for prepaid use, to uncover the pool where, I’m told,
two girls once drowned, though long before my time.
This we may presume: how they got in after hours, drunk,
daring each other to swim beneath the blue-green tarp that
each night tucked the water up; how the first girl panicked
halfway under, tried to surface where the surface wasn’t;
