Women's sports are better, we agree.
It still has the heart of long, long ago.
We are watching Caitlin Clark go
"She's a clean ball player." I agree.
I don't what it means but I know it is true.
Like how I do not know how to read lips
But I can see when someone says my name
the shape and form and breath of my name.
What would my name look like
moving through Iowan lips?
I imagine it is tapered and sharp
We can watch this, captivated,
My pits still smell of the dirt
and sweat
from tilling the earth this morning
I marvel on the arms
and force,
dribble, dribble, dribble,
of the hose outside,
birdbath cleaned,
biscuit and gravy lunch,
and smocks I ordered
from a paper catalog,
hand still covered in ink I smeared as I wrote.
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