she's got game

I pick her up for the ball game
at the stadium along the river.

she's wearing her jersey and cap.
a glove on one hand.

smacking gum.

high top chuck taylors and
knee high socks.

what the hell, I say to her.
Halloween is a month away.

she dabs some black under
each eye.

i'm ready, she says, let's go.
she slams her fist into her glove
and gets all steely eyed.

swing batter swing
she screams when we arrive.

she starts harassing the players,
talking about their mommas
and their lack of manhood.

it's a long day at the park.

beer, hot dogs, peanuts.
at some point she even
snags a foul ball away from a kid
in a wheelchair.

I had no idea that she had this
in her.