to deposit me here,
prone on the featherbed of a ridiculously swanky hotel
as the tranquil shadows of Central Park hover
fifty floors below
and the Red Sox hold their lead
On the flat screen, in high-definition,
every pore and bead of sweat exuding
"I can make history tonight."
But warmed by store-bought lentil soup
and brief procrastination
I smile at another call of "safe"
and join my phone and laptop in