The Greek Games
I know how to date.
Thanks to my one boyfriend,
who treated dating like a sport
in the summer Olympics, the marathon.
He handed me off to you,
not realizing he was part of a relay race.
It's not exactly a sprint.
You've got a gold medal in your sights,
the 100K, a soul
mate, a life partner.
Here I was going to settle for a bronze.
Not quite ready, with a rock in my shoe,
blisters on my toes, I stumble, you give me a hand.
These are amateur competitions, right?
In love we're all beginners.
April 5, 2016
prompt:
inexperience/experience poem
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