Wrestling In Jr. High

Wrestling In Jr. High short poem

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That intense desire to avoid physical contact
counteracted by the desire to kill –
the boy who harassed everyone in the locker room
scourge of rat-tail towel and barbs
about holey underwear or a lack of hair down there
the kind of kid who’d wipe his bottom
on your towel or your jeans or just fart in your face
then dance away, his well-proportioned
body flying from foot or fist, his smile curated
by expensive orthodonture – could not
now get away without running and despite
what he would say later about maggot
moves or not being ready it was his own face
outweighed and with nothing to prove
that was going to be abraded against the sweat
stink of old gym mats and his shoulder
slowly torqued until it was painfully down
his new sneakers kicking impotent
no trace of an insolent grin left on his lips

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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