Post III - 6th Inning

[DISCLAIMER: These are two freewrites I did on SAu when I was trying to write some college essays. They're still there, but I figured I should post them up here so I have everything categorized in case I ever use this stuff... Right.]

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Walk it out.
Walk it out, like my calf has cramped up in the sixth inning,
two outs in, playing second base against that girl
with the monster line drive--
churning up the dust in the diamond,
swirling around, blowing drily in a cloud fed by the breeze
that kicks the sand up into my eyes--
Strike one.
I'm standing out in the field,
standing out in the field but my leg is still stiff...
stiff like my writing style right now,
cramped into this formalized diction and 800 SAT word banks
that scream Trust Fund Baby.
I can't sound like a heiress. They already have those;
they don't need another one.
Why can't I sound like me, like the ex-second baseman,
who knows what it's like
when the dust gets kicked around in the sixth inning
and can still go on with a leg cramp and the sun in her eyes
and gets a watermelon slush with her team when the game is over.