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See You Next Fall
i have a cold
of course I do
my winter break just started
It's a bad one
my usual dainty sneezes
replaced by giant WA-CHOOs!
that make me sound
like a 300 pound man
with plumbers butt
mostly inside yesterday
mind going to hell
cold sunny day
perfect for basketball
my body's not up to it
my mind needs it
fourth shot bounces hard off the rim
I shouldn't run after the ball
but fear of something
fat
age
anger
compels me
after a few steps
the toe of my left shoe
sticks to the asphalt
I'm flying
a jet without landing gear
I graze the asphalt on my side
Impact so hard
my glasses sail off
the left lens
settling on some dried leaves
several feet away
multiple hurts
knee bleeding through my jeans
i look for someone to help me
instantly despise myself for it
but oh, look!
someone is coming
a tiny girl toddles up to me
stops about a foot from my head
great, I'm rescued
hi!
I sing song weakly
satisfied
she turns around
heads back to the miniature slide
get up!
my inner voice barks meanly
but I'm flooded
thinking
what next?
what the fuck else can go wrong
first bounced payment
In over a decade
worsening problems at work
an out of nowhere set up and betrayal
you can trust me
she purred
i'm a vault
ridiculous sociopathic language
pathetic
a clear red flag
unless one is utterly overwhelmed and exhausted
which i was
I can't lie on a basketball court forever
Just as I'm putting a scraped palm down
a young black guy approaches me
I stand as he's about to offer his hand
we talk a minute
he sweetly tries to normalize my fall (my age?)
tells me he had been watching me
could tell it wasn't my first time on a court
keep shooting hoops!
he implores
I will I promise him
and for the next half hour I do
despite scrapes and bruises
despite convulsive coughing fits
i keep going because i love it
because it's a cold sunny day
because of the young guy's kindness
and because i'm too damn afraid
of too many things
to stop
of course I do
my winter break just started
It's a bad one
my usual dainty sneezes
replaced by giant WA-CHOOs!
that make me sound
like a 300 pound man
with plumbers butt
mostly inside yesterday
mind going to hell
cold sunny day
perfect for basketball
my body's not up to it
my mind needs it
fourth shot bounces hard off the rim
I shouldn't run after the ball
but fear of something
fat
age
anger
compels me
after a few steps
the toe of my left shoe
sticks to the asphalt
I'm flying
a jet without landing gear
I graze the asphalt on my side
Impact so hard
my glasses sail off
the left lens
settling on some dried leaves
several feet away
multiple hurts
knee bleeding through my jeans
i look for someone to help me
instantly despise myself for it
but oh, look!
someone is coming
a tiny girl toddles up to me
stops about a foot from my head
great, I'm rescued
hi!
I sing song weakly
satisfied
she turns around
heads back to the miniature slide
get up!
my inner voice barks meanly
but I'm flooded
thinking
what next?
what the fuck else can go wrong
first bounced payment
In over a decade
worsening problems at work
an out of nowhere set up and betrayal
you can trust me
she purred
i'm a vault
ridiculous sociopathic language
pathetic
a clear red flag
unless one is utterly overwhelmed and exhausted
which i was
I can't lie on a basketball court forever
Just as I'm putting a scraped palm down
a young black guy approaches me
I stand as he's about to offer his hand
we talk a minute
he sweetly tries to normalize my fall (my age?)
tells me he had been watching me
could tell it wasn't my first time on a court
keep shooting hoops!
he implores
I will I promise him
and for the next half hour I do
despite scrapes and bruises
despite convulsive coughing fits
i keep going because i love it
because it's a cold sunny day
because of the young guy's kindness
and because i'm too damn afraid
of too many things
to stop
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