The Batting Cage on Thursdays

We met at the batting cage

it was thursday, and your uncle owned the place

The cages were occupied, save the rightmost one

where you used to practice alone at night

and I used to walk past and see you

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These jumbled fragments

of what my brain used to be

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I paid the fee to your uncle at the counter

and he told me that the only empty cage was the rightmost one

so I went to there, to the rightmost one

and unlocked the steel railing covering it

and then I realized

that it was not empty

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These jumbled fragments

of what my brain used to be

are telling me of 

a truth about a particular question

I’ve long sought for

Yet all I can see

is your face that was a lie

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Turning your head, you had a look on your face

that I swear I’ve seen before somewhere

Maybe passing by in the street

the terminal

the forest outside of town

or in another batting cage, someplace somewhere

and maybe you thought, that

I had a look on my face

you’ve never seen before

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a truth about a particular question

I’ve long sought for

Yet all I can see

is your face that was a lie

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because then you came up to me, and said

“Are you from out of town?” while casually stroking the sides

of your hair I’ve come to know so well

they wore a faint yellow shade that day,

quietly reflecting the soft sunlight of the shady afternoon

and I stared hard at your callused palm

and then at the half wet towel you slapped on top of your bag

and then I caught sight of your gaze, fixated on my not answering of your question

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a truth about a particular question

I’ve long sought for

Yet all I can see

is your face that was a lie

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“Do you use to practice here at night? Alone?” I replied,

and I still don’t know why I said that

“You used to walk past here at night, and then you would stare at me.” you said nonchalantly

as if conveying a well-known fact

and then you threw a slight grin at my direction

or maybe to your uncle, standing outside the cage

rushing you to quickly get out

The crisp sound of a bat hitting the ball at just the perfect angle breaks up

the tardiness of the air in that place

and someplace, somewhere

a baby was being born

 

“Well, yes. I am from out of town”

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Yet all I can see

is your face that was a lie

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