This poem is taken from Stand 231, 19(3) September - December 2021.

Miguel Cullen Two Poems

Maradona; crack shot, spaghetti hips, sprezzatura in the warm up
shaking my leg muscles out, doing bunny hops over the cones;

the ball comes to me, it plants a kiss on my head, leaves its muddy hex trace …
Kiss it back, cupid lips taste rubber glaze; later in the discotheque
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