Tuesday, July 22, 2014

forty-niners vs the packers


although it is night
i put my face on my face
and drive into the city

my heart sleeping 
in the little bed
in the little house
god built for it

being driven
into the great darkness
in my beautiful car

fish eating my hands
and arms the blood
making bright blue snakes
in the salty sea water

you said you'd call right back
hut one hut two
forty-two fifty-five hut hut

snapping the ball
into the inside 
of your thighs
the feel of leather

i put the phone
in the bag with the rice

and hoped for the best

1 comment:

WaterGirlFlorida said...

everyone's waiting
and everyone knows

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