Welcome to York

She left apple stickers on all my books
I crashed my bike while texting her
And injured my rib
It is needlessly biblical

A friend is dying her hair red, needs inspiration
I have needed less to resurface a picture of us
The scrolling bar is too sensitive
I arrive in, with whiplash, in 2016

I am at a tennis tournament in York, Pennsylvania
Ping pong at the Marriott
We are laughing and sweating and it is 4am
It is the last time we will all be together

I lose and tell my dad I want to quit
On the drive back we see a motorcyclist in a white sheet
My father fights back tears over the death of my tennis career
He does not react to the corpse

I no longer eat green apples
I am not sure
If I cry about the right things