The Crossover

In the locker room

after the game,

JB cackles like a crow.

He walks up to me

grinning,

holds his hand out

so I can see

the red scissors from Coach’s desk

smiling at me, their

steel blades sharp

and ready.

I love this game

like the winter loves snow

even though I spent

the final quarter

in foul trouble

on the bench.

JB was on fire

and we won

and I lost

the bet.