Holy holy is the place,
that had risen
that the space
I had smelled under yr breath
which, when expelled, held
the line my words trace
only then to hate it again
in time, due, undue,
deep expense
I'd ruin it over for her or him
In any event,
was a rough worker
in the streets
young black Bryan
(finding out years later
that he was gay)
traded me coach cards
Because I wanted them
because, that hardly a
fight a scruffle
of leaves in fall, in grey
tussled with some kid
on the opposite team
Kasmir Zysk exclaimed
that I had heart, I had heart!
it lasted a whole two minutes
yardage gained: zero
The coaches shake the sky
( I had really no need for such a thing as football cards
they were fun to trade and collect) until
until
white internet
that space, again, where I found him
light dribbled driveway it was somewhere
where? Elkins Park?
I like a fool
In everlasting clarity
Bryan and Khong appearing
on the porch of the house in Feltonville
4802 A St, asking
can Quyen play?
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