Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Guy to Jem

Last night,
with your camera,
you forgot to take my picture
and I was draped like a net from a basketball hoop,
you know,
from the basketball hoop.
I may not have said that right.

I am lithe, and
I climbed the backboard and
flailed there, in and out of the rim
while the guys really did it,
and I channeled the spirits
from ten feet
like a floppy antenna.

Maybe you were in a colorless room
going over some paperwork with
the TSA.
a man in bad light
with a scratched face
that you make.

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