Poetry 2014 / Volume 45

Injury — Domenic Scopa

All were moving. Teammates crowding Richie— fetal     moaning     cradling his fractured foot— Coaches huddled with first aid supplies, combing for a splint wrap. I had accidently slide-tackled Richie… My babysitter scolded me. Mud stained my soccer shorts. Inside my nightmare my babysitter’s there     again stripping himself— unconsciously skillful— his skinny body walking window to window … Continue reading