by Hilary Barta
One hundred and four, nothing yet
One hundred and four, not a threat
All those years, win or lose
Always cheers, never boos
One hundred and four of regret
Hilary Barta was recently interviewed by the Chicago Tribune about the upcoming Roy Lichtenstein exhibition at the Art Institute of Chicago. They didn’t mention his Cub fandom, but it’s obviously there between the lines.
No, it’s between the bags under my “sunken eyes”. Eyes which have seen far too much of defeat and disappointment.
IT’s a shame you have to hide your affliction in this day and age.
I am but a pale shadow of a zombie of a man.
But you have a full head of hair, unlike some of us.
Hair and fingernails do NOT keep growing post mortem, so there are still signs of life.