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“You have to be a Cubs fan” by Trevor Witt

You have to be a Cubs fan,

In life, optimism is key,
Believing you could win,
Once every hundred years.

Even if there is a 99% chance you will lose,
Your mindset is something you can always choose.
You can decide to have fun,
Be determined to smile,
Rest when the day is done,
But go that extra mile.

The game is not over until the last out,
In the bottom of the ninth, have no doubt,
Things can change in a few seconds,
The swing of the bat can bring change beckoning.

Work hard, until the very end,
The final inning is around the bend.
Every day, make sure to give it your all.
Be grateful you are able to play ball.

And when your final out should come,
Remember where you come from.

Home is always where you start,

Practice, practice, practice.
Play with grit and with heart.

Win or lose, the Cubs are a lovable team,
Win or lose, you deserve to follow your dream.

“The guilt (To crawl)” by Trevor Witt

The guilt, for no reason, comes easily,
It’s my fault, and I am a failure,
I don’t know how to fix it,
To be less oblivious, to be less of a nudge,
To be less helpful, less clingy,
I am like my mother – feeling sad,
Sorry for trying to assist,
It doesn’t make sense,
But I also feel like my dad,
Like I can’t be fixed,
There is something inherently wrong,
With me,
With me, I feel like I am so fucked up,
But I am human,
And I am who I am,
And that is okay.

And I am putting words to this craziness –
That maybe everyone feels,
Or maybe it’s only me,
And I should not speak for my parents.

I want to be better,
But I will never be perfect,
The struggle is ongoing,
Between unrealistic perfectionism,
And realistic, pessimistic optimism.

I can learn,
I learned to crawl.
I can learn again.

“A burrito hug” by Trevor Witt

I saw a girl in the park today
Who looked just like you from behind,
I couldn’t bear to see her face,
Walked a ways away,
If it was you, I did not want to know,
I am moving forward, not stopping,
Never looking back, not since you left,
After I moved with you four times,
For more than five years, we lived together —
A lifetime ago, when I was still a boy —
Now that naive heart is dead,
Crushed under the weight of abandonment,
Shriveled like a raisin,
Not fit for joyous wine.

I am a shadow of an echo of myself,
But maybe that’s all I could be
When attached to you,
I was always by your side,
Never wanted to leave.

Now I am a footprint in the sand,
And you are riding waves,
While the water washes me away.

And I cried seeing that girl in the park
With her dog and her phone,
Happy like you in the breeze,
And I grew angry – bitter, like burnt coffee –

And I ate my burrito,
For lunch and dinner, at 5:30,
After my 10:30 cookie breakfast,
And I thought of carne asada burritos with you,
And grief burritos at Chipotle,
And it was delicious like San Diego,
And I was angry, and happy, and sad,
All at once, and that burrito felt like a hug,

And now I am crying,
And I got salsa in my eye,
Wiping away my tears,
But I find it funny,
And I start laughing
Because it doesn’t hurt as bad as it did that day,

It feels good to cry,
Especially after a burrito hug.