Sunday, January 27, 2013




The whistle blows.

A bead of sweat rolls down my chin,
shivers to my thigh,
succumbs to the floor. 
My shoelace is untied again.

Even in dreams, the scoreboard maintains
its dull illusion of truth.
And objectively speaking, I'm behind.

But my coach won't take this
lying down.
She jabs at a clipboard
filled with X's and O's. 
I dutifully look,
trying to make sense of the plan. 

The whistle blows a second time;
sweat dissolves to wakefulness. 

I am lying in my bed
at the mercy of dawn,
thinking about the meaning
of an X and an O,
and thinking about how-- 
with time's assist

I could throw myself
an ellipsis 
and simply
. . . 


the walking man said...

Yes there is...

Charles Gramlich said...

Ellipses are handy in that way. :)

Sarah Hina said...

I had a lot of trouble with this one, but thank you both for acting like I didn't. ;)

Aniket Thakkar said...

What trouble? To be honest I liked it more than a couple of previous ones.

With me it used to be the math exams - What the eff is 'x'?!

Is it you in the pic? One post snow, one post the sun? I'm confused. Where are you? Narnia?