Feeling scared today Write down “i am ok” A hundred times the doctors say I am ok I am ok I’m not ok He hobbles up to the main gate; his eyes scanning the area. He tugs on the hip of his jeans; his other hand fidgets around the waist. “Is there a game tonight?” he asks. His voice, razor blades brushed gently upon the chalk board. “Yeah, man,” Joe says. “But it’s already ending.” “Can I use the bathroom?” “Sure.” The following is ripped from the headlines I imagine her as slender. Her face the epitome of innocence. Hair like April showers upon her shoulders. Skin fair. No one who works at the stadium resembles this, but the fictional version of her is what…