Bored In Play Rehearsal
Currently composing poetry in my
practice-for-testing booklet
trying not to think about
the evening we first met.
I was wearing a comic-printed
top with these sandals that I hate,
you were playing with a soccer ball,
even when we ate.
Adults asked us both about college
while our fathers ate and talked and drank.
We paid little attention to each other
and for that I cannot thank.
Because I wish I had more time with you
before you got bored
and I got screwed.
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