The crook & knot of hand, how you reached out & spun yourself…
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I blushed like I had already been hit when she slipped that cotton baton
into my pocket between bells, though why was I ashamed our bodies emptied and refilled
Mother reached the daily recommended steps often.
Many evenings, running to the ice cream truck offered the urgency of a race to be beat,
"Alert the driver, be careful, and get their attention!"
Okay—now that the cosmic
game show is over and
no one kept score we
mistook the sunrise for a…
but there are reasons I ever deny or pull back the dresses and drapery in the closet. It is the way your mouth moves each time you call me your son…
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Hardwood
Players line up as kids flood the risen floor like confetti. Lenses sprout in the teeth of embrace, illuminating sweat stuck to foreheads, a tide of surface fish hiding in sunlight…
H-O-R-S-E
From behind the hoopsteetering in uncertain spring wind, held firm by sand bags leaking hourglass steady, shooters factor air, arcade style swaying…
Sometimes you dangle
the puck, pull it
back, and a tank-
shouldered giant
with a hooked stick
pins his eyes
like a boutonniere
on a prom lapel
and plants his gloves
in your sternum.
At first, there was nothing
here. At least, that’s what we say
about a place before the building begins.
Two black boys in sport goggles
and highlighter green gym shorts
play the display piano and talk