I switch off the ballgame at it’s turning point
Move to the comedy of Saturday Night Live
Let the game end without me
There’s too much life there
When I turn back, if my team has won
There is no joy, only relief
Should my team lose I slink away quick
My head filled with a small death
It’s over – on a screen
…it’s over
With a breath I say Still alive
Wait for the next game
There’s tomorrow
But the evening waits
And I left to wonder
what it can bring
