Soccer Practice

Teenage girls, glow like mall-fountains. Their sweat saturates senses, nourishes male pattern baldness. We avoid looking directly, talk game plans, look through mind-veils. The boys spit and hawk, rub themselves against invisible fans called Rita. Splatter the ground with oaths, dribble as if they had long hair and this is steamy Rio, not Ohio. A lick of green drips from each spilled water bottle. Soccer moms hand out signed glances to the coach; he smirks and pats his own a..