All-Stars, June 2018

My heart belongs to you Mickey Mantle,
flask in your locker, knees of knotted pine,
launching rockets from either side,
sweating yourself sober in center field,
eyes still crossed from last night’s bender.

Heyday, May, 2018

We wore fedora hats
and ate nickel sandwiches,
played johnny-on-the-pony
and pitched copper pennies.

My Allies, January, 2018

Today, Yousef, I am not with Hamas
Nor with Fatah, Hezbollah, Taliban or Al Queda.
Don’t mistake me for a man of conscience