The Court of Forgetting
The awkward-gaited, the under-ripe jacked-up over-jerseyed teenage boys spill onto the court, a slab of desert beaten in the yard of this way-station at the edge of the Reservation. The air-guitar player, the air-baller, half-court rim-clanger, the pimple-plagued conjurer of nipples, the bible-thumping believer that lingerie carries the meadow-scent of angels, they’re talking trash, snatching […]