Marks on the snow and who didn’t know found out because the marks they
were colorful. Wonderful was the spirit of the room and one can only
assume that which they don’t know and have nothing to show for. We
chauffeur ourselves onto these canvas lapels next to our autographed
headshots. These pictures of our faces we create by stippling moments
beside moments until an image shows. But there is no closure to the
competition unless the other team shows. So we extend the pregame with
turkey dinners and funny quips. And that rips into us causing naps on
parent’s laps before they are old enough to crawl. Raw and assuming.
Consuming paperback folders on the broom room floor for the strangers
benefit. Generating what is honest out of what happened by accident.
Like a confession that isn’t wanted on either end, so it burns duel
sidedly until someone lends an artistic eye. Whether it’s he her or
that guy, me you or WIFI, we find connection.
Congratulations on your achievements and always remember to dance at
birthday parties and bar mitzvahs…
Photo and Words by Dustin Whitehead.
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