I take out my chemistry homework.
Now is as good a time as ever.
I occasionally glance up to watch my brother at bat.
He strikes out, but we clap and cheer.
I watch as his teammates give him high fives and pats on the back.
He is adored by his family and the admiring crowd.
I snuggle up in my puffy coat and blanket.
Blinding lights cast their glow onto the baseball field,
Remembering the dozens of games I have been to,
How this could be the last.
I remember eating strawberry donuts and watermelon at games in New York.
I remember bringing my dolls and playing behind the bleachers.
I remember coloring in my notepad with Crayola crayons.
It’s almost summer, yet it’s a frigid night.
A man says it’s because we’re close to the sea.
I nod and blow into my cupped hands.
I bite into a handful of potato chips.
Tiny crumbs fall onto my legs.
I try to eat them off my lap, but they are too small.
Parents start leaving the stands.
I put away my chemistry homework because I have finished,
And the game is now over.