Tuesday, January 4, 2011

I THINK SHE KNEW (for Tom Hess)

girls raced first then
boys; same swimmers, different
summers, each May
just a little bit

older. i waited
behind her --

we were the best

how did we keep
a straight face?

before every race
she would lock
her fingers reaching
for some perfect
nothing and then
tug her suit loose
in the back --

a nervous tic
or a canny gift?

every redhead since
gives me a lift.

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