Courtship
I'm not a god-damned basketball.She threw me down. She broke
My heart, but I don't feel compelled
To bounce back into someone
Else's hands. Though still in
Sight, she's out of mind, and
Isn't apt to be replaced. She
Let me fall. That's fine. I have
Begun to roll away.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2017-02-02 at 20:02
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