Monday, June 24, 2013
An unexpected check came today. Made out for $8.23. Made out to me (not much, but it's something). A silver cup was held up, today, or tonight. By the men, some almost boys, in white jerseys. They're on TV, and they're smiling. More than smiling. And kissing it, the cup, a prize (less unexpected than the check, but more fun). And with them both, I think. Though with them both, there's no reason to think. But with them both, more than thoughts, comes a hope. A dumb hope for better luck.