The Pool

On my "weekend" from the store, I've spent my past two afternoons at one of the community pools on post.

I don't belong there.

I am nineteen. I am not the daughter of a specialist or a sargeant. I am not the mother of three children under the age of seven.

I arrive alone. I talk to no one. I leave alone.

No one knows who I am. I wonder if they wonder about me. Who I am. Who I belong to. Where I live. Why I look good in a bikini.

I am in between. I am not a daughter, I am not a mother. I am just a wife.