watching two boys double-team a third
on a sunny afternoon in the park
assembly line violence
tastes like candy on stolen land
and to the victors
will go the devil’s spoils
and bragging rights to last an hour
and what is that smell in the air?
the coming of spring?
i am reminded
of many things
watching this donnybrook unfold
into an unfair game of cat and mouse
mostly that to make a proper fist
you need to keep your thumb untucked
that i need to stop at the liquor store
for both vodka and wine
how youth is fleeting
there’s no shame in running away
from the obtuse and absurd
and that when i was growing up
i almost always preferred
the boys who played with dolls.