It’s not capacity if you’re at the ballpark


    glittering in one gelatinous mass
         of team on head
I sat there perceiving     and the numbers
     soared like helioglobin
Don’t pretend we’re ancients
We’re new as devouring
eyes and nails in hand
                                     I penciled the numbers
The numbers left me empty     I left
     the numbers and held you
     as soft as feet pressed
The radio    ran through us like we ran

Dennis James Sweeney is the author of In the Antarctic Circle (Autumn House Press, 2021) and You're the Woods Too (Essay Press, forthcoming in 2022). He has an MFA from Oregon State University and a PhD from University of Denver. He lives in Amherst, Massachusetts.