I Used to Play Multiple Sports…
A poem
I used to play multiple sports
Ones that feel like carrying a cross
The more you play, the harder you fall
They bring out unwilling athletes among peers
Feeding dust to opponents that exist only in dreams
For a Sisyphean match of momentary illusions of esteem
They lure young girls into boxing rings
Where they reserve for themselves all of the swings
Because a busted face is proof of an athlete’s skills
All eyes on the ball and all minds in a thrall
Being a snap drowned in a sea of applause
You only ever score if enough people see you goal
I refuse to play all these sports anymore
As I am most serene where I do not need to keep score
Finally, I learned, that a single gutterball barely matters at all
Outside the stadium, there are no more views
As quotidian details stop being news
Importantly, there is no more game to lose
