WATCHING TENNIS WITH MY MOM, AND
︎︎︎︎︎ Caitlin Gerrard
︎ Aug 29, 2023
She yips like a chihuahua as the ball clips from
one side of the screen
to the next. Come on!—she bounces from the chair, threatening to bring
the house about our ears. A lime-green thunderstrike,
frustration and fear, gently spun through the kitchen air.
The electricity of a sphere, striking against the clay. Velocity
slows, scatters. Becoming the dust of the ground. From which we were molded,
indentation on Love,
the untouched condition
one side of the screen
to the next. Come on!—she bounces from the chair, threatening to bring
the house about our ears. A lime-green thunderstrike,
frustration and fear, gently spun through the kitchen air.
The electricity of a sphere, striking against the clay. Velocity
slows, scatters. Becoming the dust of the ground. From which we were molded,
indentation on Love,
the untouched condition