When Anyone Escapes, My Heart

One Of The Duties Of A Baseball Fan Is To Engage In Arguments With The Man Behind Him.

This Creature Of The Poem May Assemble Itself Into A Being With Its Own Centrifugal Force.

Baseball Is Reassuring. It Makes Me Feel As If The World Is Not Going To Blow Up.

She'd Crack A Joke Sharp As A Tin Lid Hot From The Teeth Of The Can-opener, And Cackle Her Crack-corn Laugh.

Poems Come From Ordinary Experiences And Objects, I Think. Out Of Memory - A Dress I Lent My Daughter On Her Way Back To College; A Newspaper Photograph Of War; A Breast Self-exam; The Tooth Fairy; Calvinist Parents Who Beat Up Their Children; A Gesture Of Love; Seeing Oneself Naked Over Age 50 In A Set Of Bright Hotel Bathroom Mirrors.