By mEg
Date: 22 December 1999

bOunCing

bouncing
the ball
pink eraser Spalding ball
on my glass-topped
table
while I smile and give you
the extra-charming giggle
that I know is making you feel
very manly (and hard)
as you talk about the
Christmas present for your
mom

a wiffle ball set
your mom is a wiffle ball champ

and a koosh ball for the sis

you are saying all this while I am
bouncing my pink
eraser 
high-bounce (note not LOW bounce or
no bounce)
Spalding ball

and what else did you get, I liltingly
ask
(fishing but falling right out of the boat)

what?  wait?  what did you say?
Oh my god.
You are kidding.... what does it look like?
On the back? From Taiwan?  Wait, this is....
like freaking me out.... Um, guess what I 
have in my hand.... and what I am bouncing
on my table?

I'm not lying... does the barcode say
029321511521

bouncing
our minds
and our voices bouncing
again
miles apart
we bought the same ball
within three days of each 
other

signifying
the two of us
always bouncing back
to each other
secretly, unknowingly, no control
it just "happens" with us
all the time...

up and down
love and lust
friend and foe
best and worst
at the same time
same rhythm
beating our heads against
a glass wall
and loving it
the highest high
the most painful lows
just like
my (our)
super
high
bouncing
balls.