GIVE YOUR BLOOD, BECAUSE PEOPLE CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT IT

i don't care in my belly about
carlos beltran but this time tomorrow
he'll be playing for the giants instead.
though this transcript is weeks old
i just found a cache of interest
accruing in carlos beltran's
formidably well-made face.
he took his then team out
for dinner.
in the scene i’m eating butterpats.
the curtain lace not made by hands,
the table egg-like in the slightest.
my shortstop was starting
another beer and telling me
he was gonna miss following
the whole game into my glove,
but he called it a mitt.
he was asking me if,
as a giant,
i would keep the same number
of calories in my veins.