Racing Tammy
She loves Bruce
The story of this poem: No memoir this week, folks. I wrote this one in response to a call from
for lore surrounding a mysterious Tammy. One thing we know about her: she loves Bruce.
RACING TAMMY At the stoplight, On my bike: I paused, I looked to my right, Saw my childhood best friend attempting her first handstand! One, two, up-up-up, Sneakers waggling brave to sky, Then back to the ground, Feeling so fly. Spirit moved me: I called out “Sister, Go on, take your crown!” When she saw my smiling face, She scream-laughed: “TAMMY! Let’s hang out! Race you back to your place!”
Thank you so much for reading my work.
See you next week.
