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2011-04-26T22:23:16-07:00April 26th, 2011|Musings on life|

Overtime

I bite off
my thumbnails
for luck.
I never eat
or use the bathroom
during overtime.
I close my eyes
for penalty shots
not for nerves
but because a part of me
believes it helps.
This is what it means
to be a fan:
otherwise rational people
holler at large men
they feel they know.
It is our own
brand of voodoo
patterns of intricate worship
rituals and spells
sacrificing our composure
to show our thankfulness
to this arbitrary god.

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