What we knew for certain is that Mr Joseph pushed us
as hard as the boys. He expected us to slice the sky
as cleanly to slip our bodies into mud as willingly
to taste the dessert of a win as raucously. Our screams
filled the football field with pride. I don’t know how
many of us still empty our lungs. But we know the feeling
know where to find the spigot. Other girls were good
at reading litmus paper or reciting the Constitution
but we had the world at the instep of our sole. We knew
how to curve air around the planet knew how to send
moons to halo the earth. In torrential rain not even the
sharp teeth of our shoes could keep us from slipping
into brown slush. Mr Joseph commanded we wipe
the mud from our eyes keep playing keep swinging.