The Meadow Annual Literary Arts Journal 2022

122 The Meadow Yesterday Ace Boggess Watched a football game. My team lost— a dull three-hour affair. I thought about the night before when dark swallowed all & pleasures were passed around like salt shakers; the night before that, a fulfilling quiet except for reading a poem to an audience on Zoom—the night before & the night before always better than the day at hand. Later, I swam in chilly water, releasing frustration in strokes & constant motion, before settling to watch a show about survivors during an apocalypse, or after. I wasn’t bored, just somewhat lazy, falling asleep in my chair, computer on my lap closing its one bright eye & dreaming, too.

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