Saturday, November 25, 2017

Anne Tibbitts writes



Poem for Toby, who lost a football scholarship and joined the Marines

You feel football in your heart like heavy lead
That keeps you from flying down a field of green and mud
Your cleats grinding up clumps of old grass
Your number racing toward some goal
Get the ball     get the ball
Your mind yells inside yer head BAM yer hit   yer down
A thousand stars ring around your eyes
You lie there unmoving, yer dead, this time you are really dead
You raise up and run toward the other guy BAM down again
This time with the ball tucked
Like an old teddy bear inside your big hug
The crowds cheer but yer deaf and then you race again
Toward someone BAM hit down crunch yer legs feel like clouds
Now yer flying yer head is a symphony of violins
Your eyes see only blue sky and hot summer days
Even though its dark behind your eyes
You feel football in yer heart
And
Everyday now, when you wake up
And yer knees ache and your ankles click
When you walk across the floor
There it is—staring at you, looking right into you—
That jersey with the final game grass stains
It’s hanging on the hook. You go put it on
Drink a cup of coffee yer number 52 again
(Yer gonna be late for work gotta get going)
Racing             hitting              running            slamming
Going down for the hardtackle
Head butting the biggest guy on the other team
(what time is it gotta go to work now)
But then you realize
No—it’s not the other guy
It’s you
Banging your head against the wall
Your head’s ringing
(is it the phone am I late?)
Stars are all around
They’re like that old magic
And your hands hurt when you hit
The ground hard

You feel football in your heart
And you try to smooth glue
Over the broken seams
Where despite your best other efforts
Nothing else can feel—in you—like that

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