I have reason to believe that Gauff has hijacked my iPod shuffle
In the last 48 hours
Because she’s laid her head to rest —
She’s snoozing off to the left
On a sun-lit, screened-in porch,
Laughing at her Charlie Horses
And puerile taste in liquor
And swimming in the muck
Of America, of
Gawkers complimenting her new woman’s shape.