I have torn up the boy whose baseball
You are signing again.
He was beautiful,
As you are, Brooks Robinson,
As you lean your name back, a lefty’s autograph,
Your glove hand, the one that

It's their first practice in good spring weather,
not only not raining, not cold, but full of light.

good game
good game
good game

Blessed be the millwrights on the open hearth that awaited him; the nurses and elevator operators; secretaries; plumbers; electricians

The solitude. In the summer, I dine. On hot dogs. And fast balls. Go Dodgers!

I joined the crowd and bought an XL.

1. What company made the gum drops called Fancy Nancies after the famous Beantown slugger duo?  

And everyone in section ten is standing

Everyone was welcome. No one was cut 
in this league.

I practically worship, use
to fill an empty life.

Evan, in a cheap hotel room...

"Whipped" and "Kansas"

In the dark before sleep...

"Poetry," "Cleaning the House," and "Leaving Again"

"Friendship & Other Unknowable Places" and "Diagnosis at the Walk-in Clinic"

"Train People" and "Leaving Philadelphia"

"First Letter to David" and "On Wanting to Be Loved"

All the Meg Johnsons
would like to kill me

I’m in conversation with Helen Dudley about “Reed-Song” 
her poem published in Poetry, 1915.

All day Iphigenia 
so far from the man I came to see.
Haven’t we tired of famous men? Shouldn’t I 
have my shoulders back, chin straight—I was given graces
that distract from the tissues in my

17.
 

He who left home built the biggest steel bridge over the long river

The bridge was a success for millions of people
But he who built it died on it

His mother back in the village

Here Rests An Alien At Her Foreign Home. 

The internet is shit.
The time is wrong. 
No one lets me eat
what I want. Here 
is a roach trying to swim 
upside down. Here 
is a garden full of

Rhapsody
 

I opened the window so I could hear people.
But all I heard was the wind rushing,
fine garment of nothingness, like tulle.
You sent me a handout listing various
cognitive

it's dead at the bar so I say
"sure but I'm not in college
and I'm not wearing underwear

Dream that you are asleep 
beneath a mosquito net 
next to your mother
who is always singing. 
Forget that you are sixty. 
Time flies when you’re 
surviving with meals to eat, 
people to talk