Erica Francis

Rookie - 3 Points (January 7,1988 - September 17,2078 / Columbus, OH)

The House Where The Game Was Played - Poem by Erica Francis

I sit
in the house where the game was played
with a glass of wine in my left hand
and a pack of cigarettes in my sweatshirt.

I sit
in front of a digital box
looking at pieces of the universe
trying to understand why I'm such an idiot.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 2, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 12, 2011


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