In a deep, official voice, the announcer told the fans to exit the arena and promised, “You are all safe… We are all safe.” With that, the crowd emptied out; no more basketball.
Nighttime rubs against windows
Like the same black cat
Who slinked out of language
Punched black-&-blue by fists
The internet allows us to be in contact with loved ones from far away, to be able to hear and see them from the other side of the world. But it also allows us to create scenarios in our head about how lonely or unloved or uninteresting we are.
So the girl balled up her fist to keep the thirty-seventh president safe and stuck it away. Like having the White House in your pocket.
In Kinnell’s work, hell and heaven often make some sort of appearance. Neither fare particularly well.