perfect game 

By Avery Atkins

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quiet enough to hear a pin drop i wait in the 
alley at night alone – but not for long your hands 
find me in the dim light you feel your way around my  

marbled curves and slowly ease three fingers inside me – i’ll  

spare you the details but the world won’t stop spinning faster and faster, 

i slip and slide toward the finish, your image gets more and more blurred,  

yet my body keeps rolling, all too soon, i feel myself crash, melt into  

visions of white nothingness whirling in cut-time, as my strength  

releases in rhythm with echoes of toppling wood, the world stops 

tumbling and clarity strikes – after all, life’s a ball  

and so am I (read this again and get your  

mind out of the gutter)