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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?

 

blood?

the coming of spring?

 

i am reminded

of many things

watching this donnybrook unfold

from tomfoolery

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.