the coffee counter for the nocturnal animals that are red figures - Jenna Lackey

The black coffee jumped out of the cup

in my hand as the striper slammed the bat

it’s red wood breaking, filling the dirt red with cherry wood, mixes of red and brown, a beet

field. The action

roared as the hitter flipped his lid

off like the one on my cup and ran the bases like a moth

running to a red brick

flame as the ballpark

erupted in excitement. My stirrer

getting lost in the crowd who had their eyes trained on the field like an owl

hunting prey. The red stadium of the cardinal

was in a rush as the third base coach yelled “go”

to send him home and he jumped on the home plate like it was a straw

bed. The wolf

like look in his eyes hung crazed as he fixed the ruby colored poppy

on his shirt as the applause rained down, he just grinned and picked up his broken stick.

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