Remember when we amused ourselves
in stupid parts of the city?
It didn’t matter where we were.
I thought you were pretty.
You didn’t say much about me so I didn’t know.
You were beautiful—but you were a weirdo.
There was something unspoken and unknown
about our affair. Today
I realized what it was. We were both jocks hidden
in nerdy circumstances. You used to play
field hockey. You grumbled to me
that your teammates didn’t take it seriously.
I played sports like a demon as a child
but fell into skinniness and poetry,
never forgetting, however, the athletic endeavor
of the game. This is why we came together.
Athletes and the beautiful end up with each other,
usually stupid for that.
We were not stupid.
My skinny poetry ravished you
and you forgot you were slightly fat.