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God gives me all his tools and brushes-
though just for a couple of hours.
On a court, an invisible hand stretches my legs
as if they were made of rubber.
So much, in fact, that I can rightly say
“Back to the gym”
and not have laughter come back to my face.
In the rest of the world, perhaps in an old café,
lies a hardbound cover of
While in the back room,
Grisham has been thrown carelessly
into unmarked storage boxes.
But it’s not always about being the biggest,
or the richest.
At night, I would shrink my legs back again.
Sara, after all,
never did care much for ladders.
In the living room, another copy of
sits on our coffee table.
Though it brought in more money
than we could spend in five lifetimes,
there are no china platters in the dining room, and
there are no vacant rooms in the house.
Although later, after a carefully planned coax
onto duvets and soft sheets,
perhaps we might need those extra rooms
Someday, I'll write a story about dodgeball and they'll make it into a movie.