T.J. Beitelman



Oshkosh. 1987. Ahas challenges a semi-professional
Wrestler to an improptu duel. There is a honey-haired

Wisconsin beauty in the third row of bleachers in the gymnasium;
She smiles and winks. Ahas grabs the maskéd head

And slams it into the tired turnbuckle. He is feeling his thirty-
Year-old oats. He drop-kicks the poor fat man. It is over. Uncle.

Ahas the Sweaty raises his own hand. Fans walk out in buzzing processional.
Before he remembers, the girl is gone. Or was never there.