Dancing Bear

Casey


who could swing a bat better than most dive into home like a pro pick up earthworms and skip rocks with the best of them Straight blonde hair freckles and Dodgers cap I don’t think any of us knew what we were looking at but Casey showed us we all looked to touch That afternoon lasted a lifetime all of us giggling, pointing splashing about the pond we were all naked, unashamed no embarrassment still too young to have been trained for those responses and still at an age when she being a girl didn’t change things forever



Foster Child

(to Karen H., wherever you are)


twenty years later I still think of you Labels are so easy you wore yours hard (and who wouldn't) "Whore" inferior terrible thing – labels labeled at hard thirteen yes, you were "easy" by your own admission Abandoned without roots starless moving from home to home always with a new rules none the same I understood You wanted love (and who wouldn't) no reason to love yourself going from boy to boy man to man looking for anyone to love you Alone In a world of formal pretending copper-skinned "troubled girl" my parents gave refuge to after running away, again Paper-pushing, label-making process-by-the-book county clerks letter-of-the-law social workers would not let you stay with us even if this was the only time I remember you smiling Alone, bruises, damage, suffering wary of people you did not want a male friend (and who would) but we talked we talked and I understood I guess you expected me to try and "make" you (and who wouldn't) so you could distrust me too I never did I understood



How I Learned to Fight Bullies

(With Regards to Andre L.)


Did your mother know? How you treated others Did she teach you obscenities, to pick on the other kids -- a proud Ma Parker No. You may not have my lunch money not today or any other day so you jumped me in the halls You didn’t expect the cut lip bruise above your eye you won but never bothered me again After that, I stood up for every little guy knowing you would not fight me I gained respect you remained the bully I ran for class president you remained the bully I was invited to every party you remained the bully wielding everyone's fear No one could understand it expecting me to get my ass kicked you backed off, again with obscenities and curses, of course I knew and so did you I had no fear




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