Walking back down to the convenience store

For some smokes and a bag of ice

I feel so isolated, so alone

Nobody but me, it seems

Is excited about the Women’s World Cup

At lunch, I made special sure that I recorded the game

Home last night for 30 seconds

Just long enough to crack a cold beer

And push “Play”

Oh, our young ladies shown bright last night

13-0 over Thailand (a new record)

The work, the skill, that extra pass

That tore the Thai defense into tiny pieces, all alone

Beautiful

I asked the clerk and the Chinese spy

I asked two random customers

All looked at me with the compassionate smirk

Reserved for the retarded

Sunday

Chile

Noon

If I went to church I would skip it

If there’s chores to be done I will vanish

Guests will consider me rude

Share in this communion but if not

I, only one, will be there