the art of spitting

as kids

we used to spit a lot.

the boys,

at least,

not so much the girls.

it was hard not to spit

when playing

baseball.

everyone spitted

and made adjustments

to their shorts.

(a whole other topic)

we'd have contests

as to who could

spit the farthest, especially

if watermelon

seeds were involved.

spitting was an art,

close to smoking,

but not that cool,

a tier below

perhaps.

some kids could spit

between the space

of their front teeth,

which included

a slight whistle at times.

i still spit now,

but not nearly as much

as i did when i was

twelve or

thirteen, and when i do,

i spit when no one

is around.

sometimes i forget to

roll the window down,

which isn't good.