Locker Room.

Trash talk, locker room banter,

hard to recollect

but perhaps,


I am sure

I never heard it

outside of prepubescent nonsense

and the surge of hormones

that flood the body,

as I stood drying myself off as quickly

as possible because I just

could not stand

being in the room;

I used to run the school cross country

as fast as I could

because I wanted to get

in that locker room

and get changed, get out and be on my way

so that I never had to hear it.

As far as I know they talked about crochet

and knitting,

it would not have surprised me.


Ian D. Hall 2016