Dammit, I Think I’m in Love with You

 

October’s a fullback – rushing in rough –

killingly cunning and chilling and brilliantly
running and blocking and making it tough
to ignore him: “Enough!” I erupt at him:
jump up and hang on his neck like glue –
hold him so hard I begin to turn blue.
“Dammit, I think I’m in love with you.”












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