i have been noticing sports figures
from my former lives
reoccurring in my life.
i have been accepting them wildly.
i have been saying 'oh its you again'
and opening doors
and making them wipe
their shoes on the welcome mat.
they appear at separate times,
piling up and spilling
over
they don't need anything.
they speak languages other than english
to each other and worry me
about things i don't usually worry about
like my push up count
or how there's no electrolyte
drinks in my fridge.
if they sleep
i do not see it -
they are awake
before me.
today i have raised my push up
count to fifty five and tonight i am going
dumpster diving at aldi's with nolan ryan,
scottie pippen, and otto orf.
they are wearing their uniforms
and descending into trash
the night lights of back alleys
spewing light on the numbers
34, 33, 00.
without our uniforms
do we know us
do we