All night long the hockey pictures

gaze down at you sleeping in your tracksuit.

Belligerent goalies are your ideal.

Threats of being traded

cuts and wounds

—all this pleases you.

O My god! you say at breakfast

reading the sports page over the Alpen

as another player breaks his ankle

or assaults the coach.                                                10

When I thought of daughters

I wasn't expecting this

but I like this more.

I like all your faults

even your purple moods                      ...