Poetry / Matthew Miller


‘Her Confession Tosses the Ball to Me for a Free Throw’

Issue 1. February 01, 2021

 

HER CONFESSION TOSSES THE BALL TO ME FOR A FREE THROW


It’s just fear, like a whistle screeching.

An autumn weekend tightens, a foul

for many things being knocked down.

Clattered shouts of wind and leaves

quiet, I toe the nail in the floorboards,

spin fingertips three times over the ball

of my knee, breathe out purposefully.

There are many ways to play through

anxiety. Eye the rim of her glasses,

crooked as the white pine behind the

basket, where I line up shots into

the wind. Her face, striped with tears,

waiting. I learned that I cannot break

a last second tie aggressively, I don’t

have that strength or speed. Instead,

lift the ball off my palm and whatever

I do, I will hold the follow-through. 








Matthew Miller teaches social studies, swings tennis rackets, and writes poetry - all hoping to create home. He and his wife live beside a dilapidating orchard in Indiana, where he tries to shape dead trees into playhouses for his four boys. His poetry has been featured in River Mouth Review, Club Plum Journal and Ekstasis Magazine.

 
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