L STOOD FOR “LOSER”
when we were kids,
so Shawn and I would
stand in an empty elevator
and wait for someone to get on
and push L. And when they did, we
would giggle because they were the loser and me and Shawn were winners on a funny and victorious ride down to the lobby. I thought about this when the man with the gold chains got on and checked to see if the L button was already glowing. I wondered if he knew that in me and Shawn’s world, I’d already chosen to be
a loser.