The Neighborhood Of The Earth Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I am placing you in left field
With the other girls.
Everything will be okay because
You cannot catch
And I cannot hit- The
Day will be filled with red
Clay and narcolepsy and
There will be nothing left
In the neighborhood of
The Earth
Except for the emptiness of our
Sport-
And we will make eyes
Across the classroom-
Or fall asleep next to the canal-
Underneath brocken down machines-
But I will never say I love
Your
Since I've known your
Sorority is full of thievery-
The same way my wife knows
All foreigners have blue eyes-