The Way They Do It

the fewtch.

Fliers drop

in from California

blowing down

the main drag in August

in out-of-state ballcaps

that shriek no allegiance

to anything.

I light them

bathe them in gold

or like art on a wall

and then tug

on my flannel jacket

in August.

My poet friend

told me don't

cheer for the Browns

but I did

for six days to remind myself

of his poems before

I pieced

together hotel lobby violence

and then peace'd

my ownself of the Browns.

For six days I wore a Browns hat

I found in the box by the door.

After I light them

bathe them in gold

or like art on a wall

and then tug

on my flannel jacket

in August, I wear a toque

on my head.

In California they call

a toque a beanie

or knitted cap.

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

Wonderful bit of realism and american/canadiana. You definitely can write:)

[Saoirse K.]

while i can't say i've got your meaning figured
i'm in love with the tone of this piece
the ambiguity and the nonchalance
will shelve for future perusal
and i'll remember it the next time
i'm out in my toque on a warm day
can't compromise aesthetics
i guess

[The Twin Arenas]

If I remember right, I wanted to write a piece for early autumns.

[Kaede16]

"out-of-state ballcaps
that shriek no allegiance
to anything."

love that choice of words. Interesting poem. Can't relate precisely, but gave me a bit of insight. Thank you once more for your art :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

allegiance to teams...to poets...we are all on that team...we need caps for it, i think..
flannel jackets...used to wear those...and still often wear my NY Giants baseball hat...even though they live in California now and i live in Illinois...
sometimes i am not sure where we are from...it is hard to feel a real allegiance to anything or anyone.
really like this poem a lot.
j.

[The Twin Arenas]

Thanks, Jacob.