to let me stretch the truth a bit
wouldn't
you know that at 2:30 a.m.
i
suddenly wake up
and
roll up a yoga mat
swinging
it fast & level
like
it was a louisville slugger
at
an imaginary baseball
that
turns out to be
the
rustling of a sidearm curveball mouse
near
the plantain chips
in
their noisy bag & dugout
putting
on slippers
(no
cleats)
just
in case
i
can stretch it into a double
sliding
in high if necessary
or
even trying a good kick
with
no regard
for
mixing metaphors
---
e b bortz
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