Boys were giants –
giants walked down the Avenue,
giants pushed or shoved the
Giants had hair of brown, black,
and blonde – but only one giant
had talent – he played the drums.
I went down street to the Five and
Dime with a dollar in my hand to
but a golden heart – to have it
engraved with my giant’s name.
I recall, my giant laughed.
He told me he liked his heart
while we played spin the bottle –
on the cold basement floor –
The Five and Dime were running
low on hearts with my giant’s name.
At the corner near the stop sign
In front of our home I planned on
what I would do – I shoved my
friend into the snow, stuffed her
gloves with snow – then ripped the
heart from her neck – told her,
“no one wears this giants name.”
As I stuffed her pink laced gloves
I continued to yell, “he’s mine, the
One thing you never do – never
share your giant with a friend.