Sport 43: 2015
I am a disco globe.
I’m only ever useful
at parties and in the off season
I hang limply from the roof attracting flies
and their shit, spinning listlessly until the door is opened
where I whir with the little gust of door wind, asking for attention.
I’m still shiny! I’m still cool! And sometimes you will look up
and see your face in mine, all fractured and cubey
then you find your shoes in the
corner kick up dust gimme
a spin just to hate
in the a.m.