On the playground
At St. Mary’s Elementary,
I had a fantasy, really I
Had many. One featured
Me dying while defending
The sweetest-looking blue-
Eyed girl in school. Another
Fantasy starring me was about
A motorcycle race that had
Mysteriously been arranged
So that she herself was the
Winning prize. Both fantasies
Ended with me dying valiently,
As bloody and tragically-
Handsome as Jesus himself
Hanging on on the cross in
The Lord’s house. But I died
Happy both times, because in
Each fantasy, I breathed my
Last as she held me in her
Snow-white arms and didn’t
Even mind the blood
On her uniform dress.
I didn’t know then that first-
Prize girls don’t bother with
Losers, especially if they shed
Blood for them.
And so many
Love those who
Spill blood,
any blood,
Instead.
–FB
Musings, Mutterings, and Condemnations 