A tale I wrote
There’s a football player printed
four times the size of him
telling me to buy a razor.
The pixels of his skin look
like a patch of leather
we used to kick around in the garden.
Once, we took the flesh of a ball
off and pumped the sad sack
inside as far as it could go.
Watch your eyes in case it pops,
my dad said. We looked the other way
and kept pumping. The thin bag
grew to half of me and we punted it
into a tree. We couldn’t reach it,
so we grabbed a rake and watched it
pop until our eyes blinked us to today..
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