THE DAY BEFORE YESTERDAY
me and my friend Tony
were outside talking about
whether or not we’d get any taller now that we were fifteen.
When Shawn was fifteen
he grew a foot, maybe a foot
and a half. That’s when he gave me all the clothes he couldn’t fit.
Tony kept saying he hoped he grew
because even though he was
the best ballplayer around here our age, he was also the shortest.
And everybody knows
you can’t go all the way when
you’re that small unless you can
really jump. Like fly.