St. Edwards vs. St. James

I watched my sister sprint across
the soccer field, discerning
her jersey number through the pollen
thick in the air.

What would this game have looked like
if the parents on the sidelines were cheering
for the actual saints instead of the parochial
schools bearing their names?

Probably more slide tackling.

And definitely more miracles.

Although that 8th grade goalie had some pretty magical saves.

I took all my spare change
and threw it against the wall.

Every coin that didn't stick
stared at me from me bed.

I melted shoes for you from
nickel, and pressed the half dollars

against your eyes. We sat in the sun,
day dreaming of ice fields

she holds her face
in her hands,
her hands
in her pockets