flying back to fucking Florida
to cover the Yankees and Marlins,
Stanton's return.
Jesus Christ,
I can't escape that place.
The emo soundtrack is fitting,
because of location
and superficial sadness.
Kelly Munday would be proud of me,
which makes me wonder if she is still engaged;
maybe I will go up to Orlando to see her.
But not for long,
gotta get out of that death swamp soon.
I always wanted to be
an itinerant writer,
but I pictured Prague not Pompano.