Crossing the Threshold
All it takes sometimes, is the will to stand up. The sound of basketballs smacking the gym floor has become a steady rhythm in my head. If I just look forward, I won’t seem interested in them. If I lean back against the blue mat wall just an inch more they are entirely out of sight. My phone is in my pocket, don’t check it Johnna, you are here to watch Levi play basketball, don’t seem distracted. Oh the baby is crying, don’t look, it’s not my baby, I can’t care. Levi’s