girls raced first then
boys; same swimmers, different
summers, each May
just a little bit
older. i waited
behind her --
we were the best
breaststrokers.
seriously
how did we keep
a straight face?
before every race
she would lock
her fingers reaching
for some perfect
nothing and then
tug her suit loose
in the back --
a nervous tic
or a canny gift?
every redhead since
gives me a lift.
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