Winter Scramble

February 19, 2017

Oh yeah

I remember going home with her that night

In those purple tights

Dressed for an 80s party

There were sequins

And drugs and berets in all the girls' hair

Snow boots stomping on floorboards

She and her roommates severely underdressed from the weather

Let me warm you up

I said as I entered her home

Swarming her with my chest

But I couldn't get away 

From the broken basketball hoop 

We had passed outside 


It was early winter

The old house was old

And the hoop in the drive was packed frozen in salt ice

a tire on its base

a backboard quarter missing 

 the rim bent upward like the curled lip of a kid who can't read

And the net just drooping down in a bundle

Frozen in its droopiness

That last loop ripping its hairs out to hold on

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