I am sorry
“it is not working out,”
that you will be at your sister’s
“for a few days.”
Don’t hurry back.
I will throw my clothes
where I damn well please,
have beer followed by whiskey
for dinner,
visit a pizza dive
not the “Chez Overpriced,”
avoid decaf vanilla latte frappuccino,
sushi and wine bars.
No more inquisitions at 2 a.m.
After your sister’s
do your have a cousin
you could visit?
And our tickets are
on the the first-base side
right by the bull pen.
I will save your seat.
THE POETRY OF THE GAME