Monday Night Football on a Thursday. Preseason. Johnny Manziel, running. The nurse is a signal caller, too. She flicks the wrist like Rodgers, puts spin on it like Manning. Once a rookie, now a seasoned vet.
Monday Night Football on a Thursday. Network glitch? John Gruden, talking. Anxiety lurks in the tall grass still licking its paws. My head's out the game. I've become an easy meal.
Monday Night Football on a Thursday. If I had another John he'd go right here. I miss my mother, and how she smiles like my illness only increases my value, puts gold in my veins instead of chemo. Rex throws his clipboard, I lose my appetite.
Monday Night Football On A Thursday. No more John's. Get over it. Game's almost over. My head fresh from the toilet, pieces of everything falling out of me. Broken. Stumbling. At this moment, football is enough.