Oxblood

I dreamt I was a grindhouse
movie extra. People pogo
danced. Confetti streamed.
I talked between takes
about how Bruce Lee said,
“Don’t think! Feel!” Playing
defensive tackle: you must
react, make your way down
the line, shed a pulling guard,
sack the QB. Now I’ve got old
bones. Girth, not wisdom, grows.
But he who knows he is foolish
is at least in that way wise.