the baby mobile that once spun slowly above him in reality or dreams or both blurred together
would just make him drunk circle dizzy now.
and his body was never much to begin with
but now his ribs can be seen and there’s other things…
the fists he once carried into playground battle are now parked beside the prayer hall
in search of??? and all he gets is an echo that says in an oz like baritone – it’s out of your control.
are we all failed experiments? suddenly?
steve blass forever?
care for a drink?