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Oct 2021
men dribble
up
and down
tossing me
running loops
jumping through hoops

My heart’s a ball
men slap
with a paddle
across the table
over the nets
to get closer
only for them
to smack me again

My heart's a ball
men hit
rolling me
til I sink
in the same dank
dark hole
in a lull
waiting for someone
to pull me out

My heart's a ball
men make a racket
and then smack it
in the air
till I fly
over to
another guy

My Heart's a ball
men bat around
I eat the dirt
on the ground
and then
they run
after they scored
I feel
just like a *****
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  60/F/Boston
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