At the Meet, 7 February 07
Christian academies produce the most raucous
swimmers. Supportive of only their own, robotic
to a fault, but not as humble as you’d expect,
even in second place. Beach towels wrap shyness,
Bermudas over Speedos, extreme heated humidity
shelters this new one: cap tucked under shoulder strap.
Physical prowess trumps awkwardness only as the
laps fly by. Then, once upright, ancient instincts insert
estrogen twitters, testosterone voluntarily denied.
Taboos piled atop taboos, some from home, many
from church, few from our culture. One wonders, once
coaxed, how the conquested one-nighters of Paris
or Britney ever commit to anything but more of the
same. Inequality indulged becomes Porsche-driving
sophomores, Coach-toting freshman, designer drugs
for the ambitious Ambers, precious pedicured princesses.
You get this in North Raleigh, where untold barrels
of fuel expand, expend to enable youngsters a fulfilled
life unmarred by real economics, deprivation or war.
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