Those times when I heard them
I’d leave the house and walk to the school.
Coaches told me to focus on one brick
What I saw was your face.
I’d throw at your
forehead
eyes
nose
mouth.
All the places where you hit her
Maybe you wondered why I spent all that time at that wall.
Each brick your face,
each one different

Now in high school you’re the loudest parent,
I hear you up there, in the stands
boasting and taunting - fellow parents and opponents

That hunger you see - speed and violence
I see you,
the player across from me is you.
I want to hurt you, check you
punch you
slash you
cleat you.

I know what other parents say to you,
You’re boy is an intense competitor

That intensity comes from you
hatred, fear, disgust.

Some games Mom cannot come.

We know the real reason.