Thank you all for your Sports drabbles last week, I'm glad to see the prompt struck a chord.
We haven't had a poetry prompt for a while, and in my opinion this is a particularly nice one.
Excerpts from "You Are Jeff" by Richard Siken
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You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won't tell you that he loves
you, but he loves you. And you feel like you've done something terri-
ble, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself
a grave in the dirt, and you're tired. You're in a car with a beautiful boy,
and you're trying not to tell him that you love him, and you're trying to
choke down the feeling, and you're trembling, but he reaches over and
he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your
heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you
don't even have a name for.
From Crush.