Andy Stallings

The condition was fuck
       the condition I’m playing
                basketball. I am not

fooled: the moon is pliant
       and frets entire cycles
                away in the backcourt.

My defense is lampshade –
       I keep light out. So
                burn is slow – so what?

My jumpshot’s arc’s
       apex slow melts, wax
                collapsing. I candle

the shot (am on fire).
       I swing on the rim’s
                quick hinge, hollering

“Biscuits!”

Posted 04/29/10