yet i still cannot seem to catch a break

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i fall asleep on the couch and my mind pulls

from the part of my brain where memories are

at bay and suddenly, i am seven years old again.

i’m standing in the middle of the baseball field

papa was supposed to coach me from, but

he never showed up.

i look down and the mound is

no longer on the ground but it

becomes the lump in

my throat instead.

i’m alone in the place that

was supposed to be home

but it feels less familiar

than the only place

i’ve known.

my hand is in the glove

and my arm is outstretched

yet i still cannot seem

to catch a break.

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