sore
despite this winning
streak, tears on the baseball field.
dusty afternoon.
despite this winning
streak, tears on the baseball field.
dusty afternoon.
early spring, a good day
for sports–fruit flies gathered ’round
a skillful spider.
excited by the sound of crickets, i rush outside
to recognize a car alarm, two blocks down.
in the silence that follows, the memory of cricket-sound reveals itself
as a yet more distant car alarm.
if you’re awake now,
look west, and let your mouth make
the shape of the moon
resentment nurtured to the realm of art,
though dazzling, doesn’t fail to choke the heart