TRAGIC Poem: Ballgame, 1990s, by Matthew Freeman

I can confidently say quite happily now
that I had been singled
out for doom. Every soul in the stadium
was perfect but me. At the time
it truly sucked
but looking back it was like leaning in
to the inside pitch and bruising
your shoulder and gloriously getting
to first base. Yes, like that. Like
a kiss

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