A woman’s body is a pool.
Jump in. Splash around.
His trophies. His scholarship. His mile time.
The quality of his character.
a big ribeye steak to grill
Dirt in the hair
……Blue paint in the vagina to check for abrasions.
Brock is absolutely devastated.
A male athlete’s future
is a banner –
long necklace wrapped around the neck
limbs limp in the dark
like a woman drowned
You don’t know me but you’ve been inside me
Fingers Pine needles Debris
He had an erection because it was cold.
“Kissing and dancing and hand holding and lovingly
tumbling to the ground”
behind a dumpster
she was not moving, while he was moving a lot
A woman’s past is a garden.
…..So much to smell,
to pluck and place on display
(the danger of alcohol and promiscuity)
How much do you weigh?
How much did you drink?
But where exactly?
What were you wearing?
Where did you urinate?
Would you cheat?
If a girl falls, help her up.
Twenty minutes of action
I don’t want my body anymore.
Brock’s life has been deeply altered forever.
my work, my privacy, my energy, my time,
my safety, my intimacy, my confidence, my own voice
She was enjoying it.
Girls, everywhere. I am with you.