Sport 17: Spring 1996
Casual
Casual
You turn and see the cautious shoulderblade. The way
the light edge is thin like sound. You know you should
be sensible and leave now and say thanks it's been fun
and dress with dignity and close the door behind you
when you leave. But a child cries outside the window
and a thigh rides soft on your hip and you notice the
scar over her left eye. And before you can help yourself
you touch its small courage and she opens her eyes
and smiles.