In my head I move faster than my body.
When they loose their red rubber volley, I transform:
I prance like stag, I pirouette like prima donna, I whirl like wind through wild air ā upon the court, I become a gymnasium trickster god, laughing and spritely, more quick and fae than this big bellied body has ever known how to be, I evade every red comet star,
until empty handed and flustered, a dozen sweating boys in white sneakers squeak bewildered at untouchable me
but I was never untouchable, never stag nor prima donna, never wild like whirling air, never tricksy and divine,
I have always been a barnside, large and marked out bright, slapped red on my belly from every missile lobbed.
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