How fucking weird is the knuckle ball?

That was the year Dave Kingman’s pop fly never came down at the Metrodome Nineteen players were... more

Before the nasty glances, which I sense to be for me, I shake my downcast head, grin in disappointment, and mutter “Damn.”

While waiting in my car outside your house I counted thirteen wrinkled ticket stubs I’d tucked inside the glovebox after games
to serve as some reminder of the season so far.

Baseball is, if nothing else, a reason, and so it is everything:

Don’t blame Ron Blomberg.

I’m thankful for the throwaways. Like the time the Bears lost in extra innings. Randy Bass, pre-Hanshin Tigers Randy Bass, had... more

Then something funny happened / after months of imprisonment, / handled like/ animals, less than/ animals, / they started playing baseball.

In hopes of rain, we laid our bodies south 

Driving, we saw a shepherd swollen to the shoulder and I told her it was a deer. 

Signals When dead whales wash up on your shores, it's not your insult to heaven, nor your fifteen-      ... more

That night in April. / That other night in April. 

soliciting chimps / in the shit cage

Dear Editor,         or         Owl Attached... more

& spread / my arms out / like a giant squid

I want to be a zygote again. / I want to be a dumb plant.

When clearly it could be a mommy or even a child for that matter.

My god, I remember how badly I wanted her to see.

How To Be an Acclaimed Poet in America

I never saw them but I knew people shot our outhouses.

I have watched too much reality TV about Kimye and teen mothers. This is why I cannot explain April like a normal person.

you wore a shirt with balloons on it, drank whiskey, stood in front of a mirror, had violent ideation

She says she had a dream about bodies packed together, blue & bruised & left to bleed. 

every day i go to the ymca & think about
my problems. 

if I could re-wire myself I would
start again a blank heart with no pictures