neighbor with his bright red
jersey on.
there's a number
on the front
and back and the name
of a football
player from
back in the day.
he's painted his face
with yellow
and red paint.
he nods to me as
he's carries in a case
of beer
and a bucket
of chicken.
he asks me if i'm watching
the game
today.
i want to say what game,
but instead,
i give him the thumbs
up, and tell
him of course, i wouldn't
miss it for
the life of me.
i can hardly wait.
he let's out a war cry,
then goes inside.
i feel deeply depressed
suddenly and
there's a big part of me
that wants
to get on a plane and fly
far far away.
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