• Carly Feinman

Day 51- 11.6.20

Flirting with anarchy

Never before in my life

have I felt this temptation

to just drop the ball. And I mean, really drop it.

I’m talking

jumping in the outfield,

making a big show of how badly I want it,

waving and hollering,

panting, “I’m open I’m open!!”

only to catch the thing,

look at it for a short while,

turn to the crowd, shrug,

and open my palm.

I think I would smile like a politician. I think it would do wonders for my skin.

I think if I did it, I’d never look back,

never be conscientious about anything else

for the rest of my days.

I wonder if I have it in me—

to be the hand to be the ball.

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