i would like to
say i have breathed
a little since then but
I have been holding
it, a gust of wind
bubbled inside,
lots of quips
and retaliations
scenarios that
God is letting me
whittle because I can
and i am hoping that
soon a sense of peace
will overtake me because
seeing you rebound, straight
off the backboard, hurt a
little, and all I could do
was replay your sly
dip over your shoulder
a coors pressed into your chin
saying hi like i(t) was nothing
and maybe it was.