by J. Bradley
In a town full of armchair quarterbacks,
it is easy to catch sand-filled water bottles
with your face. They call it “Dante’s
Ring Toss.”
When I am the mayor, everyone
must wear stockade charm necklaces
once a week, diet on rotting tomatoes
for basketball tickets.
Ask yourself if you could survive
a growing tower of rings and bruises.
Break your own wrists while you still can.
J. Bradley is the author of Bodies Made of Smoke (Housefire, 2011).
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