sis

we playin catch. — a poem

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we playin catch.
everybody toss the ball.
sis toss the ball.
sis toss four at once.
sis watch me get hit by three.
the ball i catch burn my hands.
but i don’t drop it.
sis laugh and laugh.
and i can’t toss it back.
my hands just grip
for dear life.
sis smell my flesh and sis ain’t stop laughing.
everybody watchin, and nobody else tossing.