The Butterfingers - winning against long odds

 This poem was inspired by Catch, a poem by  Samiya Bashir

We were the Butterfingers, a joke amongst the other 

girls' teams, socially and physically awkward, we

nonetheless

ventured onto the floor of the gymnasium, for all to see.

To compete.

What were we thinking, so long ago, I can't even remember,

perhaps complete ignorance of the competition,

or sufficiently shunned that we didn't care 

anyway.

Of course, in some stories, the underdogs win,

as did we, no one more incredulous and proud than us.

The previously disinterested crowd in the bleachers erupted

with cheers and clapping.

We, no doubt, slipped back into obscurity,

but something shifted in me.