All-Star

 

I’m on the floor of my high school gym:

the girl I loved lifts my face, pulls me

from the bottom, holds my sixteen-year-old

face, kisses it and sighs—

 

—in the rain,

I’ll hum to this,

under my breath,

for years to come.

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