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me and baseball
have a bad history
it’s a mystery
why my hands were
blistering

because i never hit
a single ball
that fall but fell
i ducked
them all

i was eleven
i couldn’t see
the ball so fast
it screamed
at me

they screamed at me
judgmentally
the ball was there
why didnt i
swing

myopia, mine,
my insight in time
was that sometimes
it’s useless
to try

sometimes, something
is hindering you
that nulls and
voids everything
you do

sometimes its happening
you need glasses
you need help,
in bulk,
in masses

but for now it’s
all curses and
harrasses
and you can
only hope it
passes

-m.p. 02/03/2017

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