Crack, a poem
I hit a boy with a gimp leg. He was walking by. He had algebra books in his arms. I wanted to pulverize him. I hit him until he was down on the tarmac then I jumped on him until I heard a bone crack in his leg. It might have been his good leg, I don’t know. This took about five minutes. There was blood coming out of his nose. Finally he passed out so I stopped.
I knew a girl who had never been hit.
She went around like that.