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After the Game

© 1988 by Joan Papalia-Eisert


flush-faced and large
you trudge even down the stairs
heaving smokey breaths
waddling and grunting
"i can't believe I came all the way down here
to see only tow white guys play"

your wife doesn't remember
the play of your pelvis
and your children see you
only from the neck down

you can't masturbate
you don't know what eat
only when

color is your fear
of what you know

you'll never become


After the Game
Uncrowned Queens Institute, Inc. August 27, 2026
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