One Good Look Is What You’re Worth
If someone asks you—like say the USPS guy passes by you where you’re tossed belly sunward on the lawn and on his way to the mail slot asks you—hey there kid what’s new, you say nothing much, except lately what you’ve been up to is you got the hang of holding your breath real nice & long, a good three minutes plus some change, is why you’re lying on the lawn like starfished with a belt three notches tight around your chest so you don’t cheat, until your eyes go flat & milky and your mom yells thru the kitchen window at you quit messing around and get your ass up off the grass and stop embarrassing the mailman.
A short story by Max Steiner.