yesterday i went to sky high
my goal was to walk away uninjured.
trampolines and i have had an on again,
off again relationship since my teens.
i keep getting on them
and they keep wrecking my body.
didn’t make that goal.
i rolled my ankle.
but i kept on bouncing.
i guess the drive to bounce runs in the family.
as i was bouncing there was this moment
where my lower back jumped into my upper back.
i crawled off the trampoline.
i tried to play it off-
but there were some moments where
i did some complaining.
i was walking with a young man named austin.
“austin- i am injured.”
“sounds like YOU need a MASSAGE!”
“yeah- i’ll have to figure that out.”
“i give really good massages!
would you like me to give you one?”
“uh- no. but thanks I said.”
“are you SURE?
“yeah- i think i’ll be alright- but thanks buddy.”
“my dad thinks mine a really good too!”
“for reals buddy- i’ll be ok.”
we walked out to the bus side by side-
and without speaking,
he quietly dig his fist into my back.
i chuckled and said thanks.
it was a thoughtful gesture.
and today i’ve been walking around
with a limp and hunched over-
and trying to look cool.
why do you have to be so fun?