Which concussion is the one you do not wake up from?
Which broken nose goes to starlight and then black?
A litany of poor decisions and poor decisions.
Would you know if you were
sitting on top of a stockpile of golden medallions
if they punched you where your jaw bone meets your earhole?
Satisfaction in blowing bright red into toilet paper
is short.
No cannonballs. No running. No diving.
What if
I told you it was opposite dad?
Would you play with me then?
The last concussion you ever felt.
The last time you could ever break your nose by accident or by hook or by crook or by goodwill or by destiny or by fury or by tinkering or by simplicity, stupid?
Which one is the last one? Would you play with me then?
