One of the Boys
It's a crisp fall day at dusk
and twelve of us
decide to play football
in the park.
You are running unguarded
and Tom darts
the ball to your chest
on a slant across the middle.
I'm not large, a seventh grader
skinny
but I break off my coverage of Adam
and drive my young male body into your long flowing hair with effortless grace.
Your momentum
breaks
and then reverses / in an instant.
My youth / on top of yours / with more force / than I anticipated /
or intended.
You feel great beneath me,
but I roll to the side.
"Are you okay?"
"I didn't mean to hit you so hard."
Posted Mar 26, 2021, 4:43 PM UTC · edited
this is funny innocent, relatable and great poem over all, I'm new to poetry so I don't know what style this is but It doesn't have the best flow but maybe I'm wrong, overall great tho.