Am I just bending words?

missing it and scaring me,

All of it does,

All at once.

Working from the very end , from far, far

behind.

We are not even sure who is supposed to be working concession

or the scoreboard, even.

My hands and my head and my fingers feel wet,

and were talking about nothing important , WERE JUST TRYING TO KEEP SCORE

Were just talking about what’s north of the flowers,

we have to talk about this ,

and waiting for the big swing,

we have to.

Waiting on what’s down there below ready to grab my wet, flailing fishy hands,

or my vulnerable fishy ankles,

what or who is ready to take a close one.

or to lean into it, whatever it is.

Whatever is north of that,

whatever is north of me .