THE GAME | Despy Boutris

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There’s this game we used to play. 
I don’t think we ever came up 
with a name for it. In the aboveground 
pool, we became synchronized swimmers,
twirling in tight circles, eyes 
to the blinding sky, the trees above 
our heads becoming swirls of browns 
and forest-greens as we spun 
and spun, once, twice, twenty-five times,
laughing so hard we inhaled 
chlorine but spinning still. 
And then the best part: we counted one, 
two, three and submerged beneath 
the water, eyes open wide, dizzy 
as dervishes, not knowing up 
from down, water wrapping its arms 
around us till we came up. Like death! 
we laughed. And we liked it. 


Despy Boutris’s writing has been published or is forthcoming in Copper Nickel, Colorado Review, The Adroit Journal, Prairie Schooner, Palette Poetry, Third Coast, Raleigh Review, and more. Currently, she teaches at the University of Houston and serves as Assistant Poetry Editor for Gulf Coast.

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