“hands on the locker”
is a game Dane made up.
one day–
he just threw me up against a random locker,
and then he shut up.
stood there.
didn’t know what to do.
i was strong,
he was wrong.
so we fought isometrics.
can you believe he’s so mathematic?
NO.
(said Alex and Cam aprastically.)
i was like, “DANE! whats up?”
he said, “i know i need your hands to let up.
before i walk away,
i’ll look impoverished or gay.
so please stay,
until i think of a way.”
and we DID.
he pushed his hands on my puny hands,
in 6th grade.
everyday–
until i lifted them up.
and then he said, “you win.”
and he’d cum in his pants.
the real winner is:
“i thought it wasn’t sexual.”
Cam one day played it with me for 2 hours–
straight.
i swear i counted straight.
i bathed in his sweat bath and then had to shower,
but he wouldn’t cave.
i was his babe.
and we did hands on the locker for days.
and Ms. Kincaid.
she said, “please behave–
Cam, you’re a nihilist for days.
she’s a sadist.”
(that’s me)
and Cam would completely annihilate me.
but Dane made it up.
Cam ended it up.
and i was two girls one cup.
cuz i take it all up.
the ass.
masochisticass.
so the game–
i think they play it
to this day.
“hands on the locker”
was a game–
the boys and girls could play.
everyday
to feel the same
way that we did.
