Our support must drown out our frustration on game days.
Trying to light a log that's lain in the damp
as long as this house has stood:
even with dry sticks I can't get started
even with thorns.
I twist last year into a knot of old headlines
—this rose won't bloom.
—Adrienne Rich, "The Phenomenology of Anger"
All these things entered you
As if they were both the door and what came through it.
—Seamus Heaney, "Markings"When the equalizer went in, I stood up and stared, my mouth open, shocked (it felt) at the sheer audacity of it.