She was a thrower
had a major league arm
Warren Spahn
now warming up
in the kitchen
smart enough not
to toss fine china
but cheap saucers
heavy-bottomed glass
left scars on the door
and maybe on your forehead
good at throwing shoes
slippers, sandals, boots
you might say
footwear was her speciality
the day I left
she threw
a saucepan
simmering
in her anger
THE POETRY OF THE GAME