|Under Windsor Bridge by Adolphe Valette (via Magpie Tales)|
he's nervous---his first game
the grass is green
sun bright, all the white lines
head straight, uniform fresh out the plastic,
he's not the best on his team & knows
he must earn his position
& prove himself
'dad, i'm going to be sick'
'well, here's what i want you to do---
first play, tackle your guy, put him on his back
and as you lay on top, look him in the eye
then let it loose, filling his helmet
i guarantee he will run away
from you the rest of the day'
his eyes scope, wide then tight
trying to find london bridge un-fallen,
not time to be a man
i laugh, say
head behind the girl's bathroom
& he does
hot & wet
as i rub his back
written for Magpie Tales.