Poem About Friday Night Lights, Kyrie Irving, and Aaron Rodgers That Also References the Flaming Lips

Tyra Collette doesn’t remember laughter, but she once walked on ice 

that used to be water. Dillon is someone’s name and a town 

in Texas and a panther, and they play football there sometimes, in Dillon, 

the town in Texas—always on Fridays, in a stadium the size ofthe colosseum, 

with the same amount of blood left on the field as on thewooden

floor covered in Roman sand. QB1 is Texas’s favorite sexual position. 

Jason Street’s memory of legs is based on a true story. In Dillon, they play 

football sometimes. I already mentioned that. Always on Fridays. 

I already mentioned that, too. Today is one 

of those Fridays: Matt Saracen scrambling out of the pocket 

before throwing the football to Tim Riggins, and it’s Tim Riggins, 

gripping the skinned pig, who begins running toward the endzone, and 

it’s Tim Riggins who keeps running past the endzone, running and 

running and running so far he ends up in the future, in a memory 

of where—in the Midwest stuffed with cheese—Aaron Rodgers takes a bath 

in borax and calls Kyrie Irving to see if he’ll be at the next flat earth 

meeting, since Kyrie missed the last one after accidentally locking himself

in a closet in James Harden’s beard, but Kyrie Irving can’t come 

to the phone right now because he tripped and fell off the side of the earth, 

and he is either flying or falling, it’s hard to tell, but it doesn’t matter

which because regardless, breath is hard to find, and as Kyrie Irving flies 

or falls or something in the middle, he thinks about season two

of Friday Night Lights and how it got a bit off track with the murder 

subplot, where the ugly Matt Damon, who don’t use tissues or his sleeve,

pushes a dead body over the bridge and into the river, and how even so, rocky 

subplot and all, it was still a solid season, just like the year Kyrie

could’ve had if he’d just bit his lip as a nurse stabbed him with a needle 

the size of a needle.

Leigh Chadwick‘s debut poetry collection Your Favorite Poet is currently available for preorder from Malarkey Books. Her poetry has appeared in Passages North, The Indianapolis Review, Identity Theory, and Hobart, among others. She can be found online at www.leighchadwick.com.

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