I grabbed my camera and walked to the park to capture
the pink winter sunset but two school girls were kicking
holy fuck out of one another in the midst of a baying
throng of about fifteen boys and girls in loosened Friday
evening uniforms so in a sudden and misguided flash of
community-spirited, adult-minded duty I waded in and
tried to tear them apart but they were pulling each other’s
hair and swinging fists, eventually they came apart when
another girl bit one of their hands and as they broke away,
one of them, a chubby black girl with bloodied teeth and
wild eyes, let out a killer right jab to my mouth and I had
to hand it to her, it was a good precise punch, and the throng
took a collective intake of breath but the fight was over,
the girls were all out of puff and after a while they all kind
of drifted apart and went their separate ways until there
was just me left standing there in the mud, rubbing my
swollen jaw and wondering what had just happened.
The pink sun had set. It was dark. It was December. My thirtieth year.
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