I call to my wife across country club bathroom stalls
Which reminds me of summer camp
Hiding amidst pink and potpourri to avoid a plague
Known to most as competitive dodgeball
I don’t glean yet that I’m dreaming
I wish I had met you sooner
That someone could have cradled my wrist
When I could only describe myself as
Abominable in headphones
The bitterest pith in the bowl
Every arrow that skims past my child’s cheek
Is a gaping wound just beneath my clavicle
The reason I am so far behind
Is I always have been
My default “I will come if I am able to come” feels such kinship with this poem.
This:
Which reminds me of summer camp
Hiding amidst pink and potpourri to avoid a plague
Known to most as competitive dodgeball
my daughter would so agree:)-
The reason I am so far behind
Is I always have been
[whew! this! yes!]