Ten Years After the Big Game

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Ten Years After the Big Game


Last night, I wore a miniskirt
to the reunion
instead of my helmet.

The teams were the same:
girls with Venus legs flytrap shut;-Very powerful imagery here. 
boys chasing tail
so no one thinks they like ass.
But I had switched sides.

Coach saw my nicked-up knees
and lead the offensive.
But you can’t unring the bell,
or unscrew the girl,-I understand that people were confused by these two lines, but I really liked them! I read it as him acknowledging her past as a male, and how who she was ten years ago doesn't define her today. Great job here!
so I beat him to the punch
and gulped a big glass of fuck you: -Great line! Very powerful!
my square jaw set;
my Adam’s apple bobbing
like a minor toady.
It was a bravura performance:
not a side-eye in the house.

Ten years after the big game, they all know
I can’t pass like I used to.
But I can strut.-Great closing sentence. 

G This is always a hard topic to talk about, but you did it with class, humor, and what seems to be ease! I love this poem and have to congratulate you for writing it. The only thing I would think about are the two lines, "my Adam's apple bobbing like a minor toady." Reading the comments below, and based off of my own experience reading this poem, these two lines seem to beconfusing. Maybe try to play with your word choice here and clear up the meaning. (Then again I just might not be getting it.)
Great job!