POEMS.

AuthorWicker, Marcus

Self-Portrait with Mixed-up Sports References I'm so good at missing calls that I'm perfect this year. --EarthGang I'm no Dr. James Naismith, but you could say I stay checking myself. Like a ballerina driven inward by perfection & a sense of fair play. Fadeaway punter of the Saturday night invite. Star pinch hitter of the rain delay. When I envied my team's pennants, I was the penance. Often off sides, the puck's been in my inbox like a Kingfish bucking an antique reel. Call me Black Bobby Fischer. Southpaw Journeyman, righting himself in the mirror with a thorny left jab. I keep my Rookie of the Year memorabilia mint. Sealed in polyethylene sleeves. Convex binders I thumb on any given Sunday. Hail Mary full of suitcases. Hail Mary full of stagnant airspace. You might say, I've mastered the bounce pass with a catcher's mask. The give-love-&-go underground. I'll call back when the season's over, could probably stand a little more practice. Dear Mothership, 'Blue Flu' Hit 171 Atlanta Cops After 2 Officers Charged in Rayshard Brooks Case --Fox News America -- where sometimes 911 is small potatoes|fries The Elements answer emergency signal at Wendy's drive-thru Black...

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