wrapping litters floor
father sighs, bends, groans
another trash bag fills

the empty cup
once removed
fills an absence

every mid-game interview

if you control the ball
you control the game
& putting points
on the board is
how you win so
we gotta play
hard & not make
mistakes & we got
to stop turning
the ball over
& over & rinse
& repeat every week

not so much
the wind but
the rain
says hello
sad emoji
sad emoji
& dad too

the hair clot
circles the drain
another time
slopped in
bubbles &
piss & isn’t
that an apt
metaphor
for 2024

suddenly
the suddenness
stops being sudden
& becomes
expectedly expected
in ordinary expectedness
which I expect is
suspiciously suspicious
for no reason other
than how normally
normal it seemingly
seemed to happenly
happen

the cat
pounces on
my face
as to say
die mother fucker
to my moustache