Get a load
of this killer hair—in the morning, Kate
in our over-
crowded mirror
that's still—a little
humid probably from the night before;
a short little chestnut nest—swept
up—for years now, I'd guess—just so I can
see what's coming—and know
that although it's definitely
nothing too sporty—
I feel
it still suits me
well—in my chosen pursuit
as your ideal
dodgeball rival—always
the next
to last one standing—and always
looking out for you.
