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