Golfing Poem

(a poem about golfing, or other)

like a golf ball
like a cat, yes
I clamor toward
the hole in the one
dark mystery of emptiness
arrived, falling, surprised
I hang on for dear life
claws deeply set
attached somehow still
to all the clamoring
wanting to repeat it
again and again
with every woman
so as not to forget
this endless game
between text and context
sexed and non-sexed

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