Boston had won the series. She was sick of the deceit.

I’m leaving you, she told him after they made love.

Okay, he said, not nearly as upset as she’d dreaded or hoped.

He reached for his cigarettes on the table, but having quit, grabbed

the snow globe instead. Is there someone else? No, she lied again.

What difference did it make? He shook the globe.

Iridescent flakes of plastic snow fell on Fenway Park

settling on the field and fans dressed in red and white.

He stared into the glass while the thing played

“Take Me Out to the Ballgame.” I’m keeping this, he said.

"End of the Curse, October 2004" previously appeared in the Winter 2013 issue of The Sow's Ear Poetry Review and appears in Clattering East.