September 9, 2007
Add incandescent dedication to six gold gloves
and get a damaged biceps tendon, a bad back and
a "loose body" removed from the bicep joint
in a Jesus-please-be-successful surgery performed
by Dr. Lewis Yocum. Final season stats:
90 games .240 average 15 homers 46 RBI's
and what the AP called a "limp" .306 on-base
percentage. Up here, Eric, in the coliseum of
geometry we pray for release where
there is tension, tension where it's loose, for repair
where there are tears, for healing where there
are wounds. Up here, Eric, in an off-season of
summer yearning we call light in the name of
all great infielders, past, current.
November 16, 2007
Pressure information toward an
optimistic light. Force hope on a
recurrent, indefatigable nightmare.
Eliminate all body decay.
September 5: right shoulder
surgery for a torn labrum, surgery for
a damaged biceps tendon and surgery to
remove a "loose body" from the joint.
October 9: back surgery.
Friday: surgery to remove
damaged tissue from the left shoulder.
Notes: begin physical therapy.
Expect lasting resolve.
Make like February doves, flickers.
December 15, 2007
Now you are the only one left and everything's
so fucking beautiful it might be unrealistic to
close my eyes inside or expect weights to autolift
into the earth's dream of fair and cleansed purity.
I trade up to aqua green away toward heaven
chest tingling I have left my skin a number of
times already. I have gone numb to the
hard and distant face of history, politics, surgery,
advancement. Instead a flash and open pulse,
light moving through air, trade upon trade upon
trade upon trade. I see Eric in a distant
realm of coasts and propositions, turned inward
like a physical glance to the mental, countless
singing lives rushing through him to me.
December 15, 2007
a little tingling
you do have to be realistic
it would have been a huge risk
Billy's doing the right thing, absolutely
I'd like to say I'll be 100 percent
it's only December
Billy's done this before
somewhere down the line
Jason and Miggy and Huddy and Mulder
with the exception of last year
to tell you the truth
an uphill battle
it's going to benefit the organization as a whole
I'm not surprised. I'm not shocked.
February 20, 2008
The elliptical nature of an empty weight room
like a step or two behind the rest of the
relief, you kind of knew the problems
you were destined to have.
"I anticipate going to Japan."
But many of them were outside already, on the
field in keen anticipation and pinpoint numbers
slated to appear though without question a
"foregone conclusion." So instead get a lot
done at home, like waving the white flag
in a cactus field. Perhaps you uncovered
a minor complex, tearing up for
years, ten to be exact, everyone having
arrived in recent days, full-squad and set.
February 20, 2008
I knew there was a relation there,
the problems I was having with my arms.
The right shoulder and the back I was fine with,
when I heard about the third I joked to my wife,
If we had any name tags I would put "Hello, my name is Eric."
Hello, my name is Eric. Mark Ellis thinks
I'm a freak in a kind of way. In a body
that recovers quickly kind of way.
For a period there I was like, what's wrong.
I basically wasn't getting many answers and
had to revert to outside answers.
I have it all figured out now.
I expect to have a great year though
I don't know what that means.
March 12, 2008
In the realm of ambassadors now, Eric
with the long flight and all to promote
the series whether the A's decide that's
a good idea how frequently you waver.
You are the most unspecific person I know:
"I don't know what will happen or should or
shouldn't happen." Though you excel at
certain traits, like timing, bending.
How strong are a country's virgin legs?
What is your country made of?
"It's such a question mark."
If someone says four months you want
to do it in three. That's why you are where
you're always at.
Eric Chavez in Portland
How fortunate life lies, Eric, my neverending
birth tonight in Portland, you on rehab
with the Sacramento Rivercats,
I a mere nine rows up!
I can see the contours of your face, your brow even,
the perfect zen in your crouch. Your precise
over-the-shoulder release. The fundamental straightness
of your back. Is that a little belly even?
Every move, every pitch, every waking
high thrust of my spirit simply yards away,
at third, all my lost dreams realized tonight
in your paced extension, gentle lean
slow gait, nervous twitch, gracious act
your glove, my heart.