October 12, 2013Her Sports Game
You make a girl want you, she said
and pummeled my stomach like a boxer
hammers a speedball,
smacked my face side-to-side
like opponents volleying a shuttle cock,
then kissed me.
My chest was a mat in her hand
as she clipped a blue bobby pin on it,
then wrestled it off with her nose.
Her legs squeezed like polo mallets
quarreling over the ball.
She blinked like a catcher’s mitt,
clapped like the crowd
and I rested in the dugout of her lap.
from #39 - Spring 2013