Not So Sweet Sixteen

I remember seeing the ball inched from my now shattered nose
milliseconds prior to blackness
sending me to the closest ER from The Great Lawn
at Mount Sinai
where I now lay on my sixteenth birthday
with OB tampon strings dangling
from each nostril
supplied by female friends
on hand at my birthday picnic
to the baseball coach/EMT who saw
the most embarrassing moment of my life
(and to my knowledge of any life)
before springing to action
and punctuating the party with
a period.

Seth Ruderman lives in Wayne, NJ with his wife and two children. He is a winner of the 2016 RhymeZone Poetry Prize and has had work published in Birds Piled Loosely, The Bitchin' Kitsch, Gravel, Foliate Oak and other literary journals. You can find him writing on the bus into Port Authority or at