“Batting in the Clutch,” a Poem by Ray Van Horn, Jr.

Batting in the Clutch

yell to me, don’t wallow in silence

pretend it’s the bottom of the ninth inning

you thrive upon the razor’s edge at live sports

and when I hear your banshee’s scream

it makes me forget the in-and-out whirs upon your pillow

come on, darling, rise up,

it’s bases loaded, one out, the home team’s down a run

I’m on third and coach is telling me to get a good lead

tear it down the baseline, fair side

and walk one off, baby

high five me at home plate

and pogo to victory like we just made the playoffs

–Ray Van Horn, Jr.

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