>> GRAHAM GRIFFITH

precocious


"I wonder if he fucks like he bowls,"
she says with a crooked smile
as she turns toward the thunder of ten pins
and I attempt to measure the sincerity in her voice;
she nervously brushes her streaked red hair behind her ear
glancing past me at another boy,
the one who took her from Virginia,
the one that pulls her into the gutter.
Her eyes shift to the bright blue screen
as she chugs her Dr. Pepper and kicks at me urgently-
"Hey! It's your turn!"