Young God a lanky farm boy, his heaven a dirt plot trod grassless, Indiana, cloud around a telephone pole. Square of plywood framing spraypainted square, ring a round of tetanus. Netless, hard to parse nothing-but-net from nothing in a day\u2019s waning light.<\/p>\n
Except Young God can\u2019t miss. That is, can only make himself miss, plywood waving back and forth, threatening to unnail itself with the wind. Can only pretend to forget he controls space, time, his eyes bounding a cornstalk-furred horizon, hand pausing the most dangerous rot of sultry dusk.<\/p>\n
Young God imagines a world where he could skin his knee accidentally, wear scabs that heal without him telling them to.<\/p>\n
Young God pulls his Dream Team from a roadside culvert, spins Lucifer from cornsilk\u2014because not having a favorite is beyond even God\u2019s young powers.<\/p>\n
Will the stars into eights<\/em>, says Gabriel, Special Messenger. Eight is the number that can become any number.<\/em><\/p>\n We\u2019re divine, Young God reminds them, needing no bulbs to glow or go ghost, no scoreboard outside our minds.<\/p>\n No clock, no bonus, no bout, no home without no-home, just one running tally that grows without aging two, five, eight, zero, two, four, eight, zero, three\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n TOGETHER EVERYONE ACHIEVES MORE, one poster points out. THERE\u2019S NO I IN TEAM. Some gym teachers have offices.<\/p>\n The Dream Team muses, not if<\/em>, but what year they\u2019ll be drafted into the NBA. They all know: Young God will go first. God is great at basketball.<\/p>\n Lucifer always gets the coolest shoes\u2014Pumps when they first came out, the newest Jordans before anyone else, Shawn Kemp Kamikazes, Grant Hill Filas, Penny Hardaways with lime green peeking through, Barkley Uptempos, AIR in big puffy plumage. Lucifer\u2019s parents drive a Lexus, never a honked at tractor planting traffic on rural roads.<\/p>\n YOU MISS 100% OF THE SHOTS YOU DON\u2019T TAKE, another poster says the Great One said.<\/p>\n But the height of his powers, his height. Young God isn\u2019t growing. Lucifer catches God eyeing the tallest part of him, ramps his hand exaggerated way over God\u2019s head, laughing on tiptoes, the tallest he can make himself without leaving this earth.<\/p>\n Changing after gym, Lucifer climbs on Young God\u2019s shoulders. A crack under the tressing to look down on seraphs. God, stop peeking!<\/em> Lucifer calls. Girls scream, God calms, not caught\u2014not how the girls all think\u2014wandering this garden of snakes and knowledge.<\/p>\n Sun at its zenith, their sunburning faces like basketballs through halos tangled in hair.<\/p>\n GOT HOPE?<\/p>\n Young God takes an elbow to the face, wakes up in a hospital bed\u2014for some reason tied to a hospital bed\u2014Lucifer having waited days and days. Lucifer, who has something to tell him. Wakes up in a bedroom bed, starfished and uh-oh.<\/p>\n What if when Young God said I gotta get out of this town, what if Lucifer\u2019s face fell? God says this every day just in case.<\/p>\n Another hockey poster: A KID ON ICE IS SELDOM IN HOT WATER. Christ\u2026<\/p>\n What if Lucifer asked: Can I come with?<\/p>\n When it comes, afternoon air static humming from sentry transmission towers, pollen hot snow-globing Indiana air thick, tomorrow\u2019s 5 a.m. to revive today\u2019s chores, and Lucifer arrives with a new idea: shirts and skins.<\/p>\n TALENT IS GOD\u2019S GIFT TO YOU. WHAT YOU DO WITH IT IS YOUR GIFT BACK TO GOD.<\/p>\n Shirts<\/em>, the word gummy in Young God\u2019s mouth, skins<\/em> slippery on his lips. Baphamet and Azazel Goat-boy cast off their shirts, but it\u2019s Young God and Michael, Herald of the Second Coming, who feel nakeded, latecomers to new language. Never again, Young God vows, later laden in heavy tee. For the rest of my life: skins.<\/p>\n First to twenty-one<\/em>, Lucifer tells the First One, already burning.<\/p>\n Now showing a clock, now bonus, now bout, now home and no-home, Young God not knowing which one is him, zeros all the way across.<\/p>\n Some coaches think they coach everything. Starblurred by tears, SWEAT IS WEAKNESS LEAVING THE BODY poster. Coach K embarrassed, how to word They\u2019ll think you\u2019re a pussy<\/em> so it sounds motivational.<\/p>\n \u201cWhen you get older, you\u2019ll see that stuff like this is small beans.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0What would you know?<\/em> Young God\u2019s reply \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0an entire world.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Young God pulls his Dream Team from a roadside culvert, spins Lucifer from cornsilk\u2014because not having a favorite is beyond even God\u2019s young powers.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":16679,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[2552,1322,2621,863,2553,2554,2551,249],"class_list":["post-16562","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-fiction","tag-angels","tag-basketball","tag-fiction","tag-flash-fiction","tag-hybrid","tag-locker-room","tag-sneakers","tag-sports","writer-joe-sacksteder"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16562","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=16562"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16562\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16698,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16562\/revisions\/16698"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/16679"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=16562"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=16562"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=16562"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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