I’ll be cactus needle caught in orange rubber
basketball rolled over asphalt into the neighbor’s fence
then stuck in the knuckle bend of your right middle finger –
twelve minutes of tweezering

I’ll be day you got so angry you shattered glass
on the backboard of our driveway basketball hoop
then I’ll be bits stuck in the bottoms of your shoes –
dug in when you step back

I’ll be each muscle twitch, curse under your breath,
if for that second the rubbing alcohol sinks in
you just look at me