her fast ball

you haven't
seen my
fastball yet,
she says brushing
the hair out
of her eyes
and going into
a wind up
with an imaginary
ball.
she checks
the runners
at
first and second,
takes the sign
then throws
her pitch.
you laugh.
I've seen your
curves and your
slider, you tell
her and perhaps your
sinker
too, come to think
of it, but you're
right, I've
never seen your
fast ball.
well maybe tonight
you will, she says.
now leave me
alone I need to
get this batter
out.