the guard

a young man tore into my shoulder

with his bare hand, clawing, raking,

and threw his body into mine

with full force.

i drove him backward

with brute strength and a little tenacity.

grinning, i asked ‘i didn’t hurt you, did i?’

as his teammates inbounded the ball. 

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