Tagged: score

three days before heading

three days before heading
home, a ball of nerves
tumbles in the chest,
jostled and batted around
like the best
game of post-election
pinball ever played,
where the score is
already in the trillions,
you’re playing right
into enemy territory,
and all the flashing
lights, bells and noise-
makers seem to only make
the ball move faster –
keeping up is essentially
adding so many
zeroes and counting on
that slingshot save

winter is a sharp

winter is a sharp
tool, scoring deep grooves
into our senses, so that
when we finally arrive home,
take off our shoes,
we slip and press into
each other with greater
ease, more
stickiness. imperfection
is a fail-safe for
perfecting attachments

i do this mostly

i do this mostly
to keep time with the beat of
your heart – as if letting
go and pulling out were
like losing an old
and familiar rhythm,
and chances are we
would never get back
onto the same page,
let alone
the same measure

the score was 79-

the score was 79-
109 by the afternoon,
and you had no
intention of
relenting or going
easy on me.
with some
games, playing to
lose is half the fun,
half the arsenal

it is tomato

under the shelter

we are required