universe, displace from me this trauma in the breaking of my father’s favorite scotch glass for it is simpler to clear glass shards from the dishwasher and laminate tile than ventricular shrapnel from my chest
eyebrows straight as a net keep me serving lets racquet, arm, the ball is all i don't know
40-love scoreboard soothsayer divining the true value of affectionate devotion game, set, deuce off the bat [wrong sport]
my serve is in returning paper bags brimming with your belongings (our volleys never lasted)