Baseball
POP it’s goooooneeee
the crowd lights up like a horny dog
all the faces screaming
sweaty caps on hot heads as the
hair back in front of me yells
at the ump … you must be freaking blind
we engulf cheez whiz on soggy, salty
chips with jalapenos
beers are flowing and life is good
as I wipe some cheez whiz on my shorts
I remember why I came, I see the awesome sight
it takes me back to the ticket counter
& when I said, hey honey, let’s go
to the game
tight, round, and innocently bending
for a ball is the butt … the dirty, dusty
million dollar baseball butt
sure the home runs are neat and yeah the wave
is fun, in a weird way, but nothing beats
a butt
in tight white baseball pants
and on the long trek to the car
I shove my hand in my hubby’s back pocket
remembering why I married him
because he’s smart