Saturday, September 15, 2012

Poetry: football on a fall day

There are a bunch of teenage girls 
playing in the yard next door. 
They’re tossing a football around — 
full regulation size — 
their fingers can’t get around half of it. 
Their throws are desperate and pitiful and short.

I want to hug every single one of them. 

I want to make them promise 

they’ll never believe anyone 
who tells them they can’t play with boys. 
I want to tell them that when someone says 
“You throw like a girl” 
they should point out that they, in fact, 
are girls. 

And then I’ll teach them like my mom taught me — 

fingers on laces — 
snap the elbow — 
perfect spiral down the field.

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