“Giants”
Giants
By Jennifer Christgau-Aquino
on a field combed
with diamonds
we carried
our crowd of legs
my shoulder
your glove
your leg
my limb
dressed in garlic
we sat sticky
& watched air
go the distance
we howled in mounds
horns in our ears
cracking shells
tasting the curve balls
grounded
our souls
catching
*For dad
