The pain scores
from the half
of the field.
Goal. Nausea.
Night. Vomiting.
I wish to be
where it is not
in the morning.
4 hours halftime
on the goal alone.
Empty defense.
Autopilot.
Again fall.
Without players
exchange. All alone.

Defense outside
Attack inside
The same being

Penalty kicks
straight into
my ruptured cyst.
Knockout, fall down
swearing loudly
Red card.
Disqualificaiton it is.

Defense outside
Attack inside
The same being

New hours. Half-time.
Medicines. Narcosis.
Waiting. I lost a night.
Painless morning.
Sounds like a triumph,
while judges
are chunking hours
without reason
in this unfair match,
I am out, constantly out,
I don’t want revenge.

Defense outside
Attack inside
The same being

28 days later.
Again. Pain.
Representation
is coming.
On the empty
football stand
on both sides
there are no fans.
Refrain from the pain
keeps ringing
on the stadium
the silence.
Only me alone
against myself.
Closed match.
The whistle
is screaming.
The zone
of the high risk
begins.

Defense outside
Attack inside
The same being