Weird

 

We learn the rules early on, older kids

teaching the younger: some are kings, some pawns.

And that’s the game — you can’t not play. The hidden

 

ball trick always works — the world needs losers

like Jesus needs Judas. And who did

what to whom, whose name is the funniest, who

 

is cool, who is weird. That’s the worst — beyond

stupid, fat, stinky, ugly, red, or blue,

weird is worst. We learn the rules early on.

 

 

© Michael Fleming

Brattleboro, Vermont

April 2012

 

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