one night at the courts on the UO campus
I met an ex-con who could execute
a perfect baseline layup,
floating through the air,
scissoring his legs so that
our suburban-born opponent called traveling
and the guy offered to demonstrate
that he was in fact floating across.
and here, Obama in his Jordan pose
heading for the basket
and I think that this may have been the first time
I considered privilege,
on a warm spring night with a guy
with previously poor impulse control
showing a useless player how to post up
so that the Beaverton dickheads
(who beat us)
would end up in a poor height match-up next time.
Dude lived for every next time he could get.