“Maybe you should leave the rumba to those who know how to do it.”
Chess was a humiliation that hung over him like a leper’s bell.
Why do girls want to cheerlead? Don’t they know it objectifies women?
Suddenly, all of the past seemed now like the same endless race.
The old dog of inertia gets up with a growl and shrinks out of the way.
We loaded the packs and started down, into the bluing of dusk.
The mortician who painted our girl was not a somber-suited officiant.
“I wish my father was alive to see how lazy I could really be.”
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People only see that side of him. He is still a boy, learning to be a man.
I was tracing my finger along his hoodied back, to draw the route.
My grandfather has a space where the tip of his thumb should be.
I felt awful about imposing on him, but I was desperate to see the Derby.
Their hands were acting as airfoils, producing lift, not drag.
Fishing with Dad guaranteed two days of just us and made me special.
Grass grows, birds fly, waves pound the sand. I beat people up.
Two bikers, the bartender, me, and a skinny girl in skintight blue jeans.
Gerard sat in the shadow, watching his son steal about like a thief.
If I weaseled out of Bible study a little early, he’d speed me to the gym.
Those are the horses you win on, the ones that want to kill you.
It’s a small deposit, but I’m putting my faith in reincarnation.
I’m just wired hard for hunting, and not so much at all for fishing.
The blackness of her hair seemed to pull the color from her body.
He is not in the position to lose a friend. Not when one is all he has.
I read that poem twice, didn’t I? I must have wanted to hear it again.
It is not surprising that her solo marathon did not turn out as planned.