tiger woods and tiger beat

i saw you become greatness in the palm of surprise.
as an awkward girl i watched your grace flow out in the only way your body knew.
and did you ever know. never even a half step. like wind through a tree.
i saw you rise above the surprise & give a stellar performance at subtle righteousness.
your father must have been crying out inside, thanking whatever god had delivered him this amazing, perfect, non half stepping son.
you give them not a crack in that smile. flash.
on and be gone and done with it.
like oil. can't catch on me.
there was one you. not 10,000 almond eyes staring at me from every corner, from every story. not a whisper to be had that didn't come from those white teeth.
soothing the curiousity with transparency & feigned banality.
but what can be less banal than your story? a mix of every corner of the earth. a gift from the future. a lesson.
but your persona, like vaseline, clear but foggy, viscous and repulsive in a benign sort of way.
push away from here, nothing here but what you know. nothing more to see so stop looking.
but what then of the


i stopped writing there. i had enough. even something i wrote of you isn't enough to keep digging.
don't you find that interesting? but there's this much: i hope to one day smash my husbands car window to rescue him as well.
that is love. that is how i want to show love.

SMASH BANG, baby i love you. lemme help you out.