I am talking about the one with the monkey paw clutched against her breast. I have no illusions about the others. We can make this work.

DREAM

Our legs are stilts. Beyond our ankles
are the blunt ends of crutches. Our feet
are missing. But our hands are fine,
Boy says. There’s a rope suspended
between our bodies. Our

a split bowl of suns dissolving a table

One girl watches the boys make a bomb of birds

There was a thunderstorm
but nobody wanted it. It just sat there...

No people are my people. I am without a means of saving anyone.

put the skull on your mouth / in a dry place / where they died

John had just broken up with his girlfriend for the second to last time before she’d left him for good (moved out to Indiana, got married, had a kid…)

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

coach wont stop yelling
"watch the signs from the bench coach!"
but i hate bunting
- Brad Epperson



Swing Through
In sheer disbelief
Having swung through the fastball
He

A swing and a miss.
And now the lone samurai
Returns to the bench.
        - Ted Weir 



Longball
The flyball skies

Night game 
 raining on and off 
 seats in right field 
 peanuts, nachos, hot dogs 
souvenir cap 
 in fancy modern non-classic design

Strolling 
 to center field to peer over the