Reading time 3 minutes
Three of us pretend to be priests
during the long break after gym.
In the changing room girls jostle in lines,
flushed
Three of us pretend to be priests
during the long break after gym.
In the changing room girls jostle in lines,
flushed
It’s clouding up in the heavens, he said, wrinkling his brow,
craning his neck. A friend from biochem.
That one short sentence hauls his face and name
through time.
Dirty water after a bath. The child calls it
Transmoocent! And then forgets.
Long after that moment has swirled down the drain,
the word suddenly returns.