Sarah Gamutan

Ballistics was all there in New Year and
shots killed hustlers last night. Hookers
danced and beat cheerleaders while I
remained to cheer for that ballplayer cutie.
 
It was the difference of lives of a college girl
and this guy who decided to choose game as
his passion. However, I went with knuckleheads
and drank beers all night. Lamp posts, moonshine,
 
deep night. I didn’t watch any ball games or
any major leagues. Disco balls were shattering,
house on fire. Baseball bats were not enough
to hit my heart hard; I became his shithead.

You cried in the midst of cold where loneliness
crawled on your knees. Once, you cried due to
sickness of souls - death which  smeared your life
with awfulness. You said days came by in a scent
of candles which were rimmed all over your body;