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swagger up to bat
good, hard wood
warm my bullpen –
leave me on
Read (2 days ago)                       

                 sweet spot exposed
                 melted for you
                 genial nothings in my eyes
                 shielding your beanball from
                                       view, (coming)  

claimed to be a catch
a real five-tool
just syrupy deceit –
                fuck it all. 

                 piece
                       by
                           piece,
                 bad relationships
                 spark good poetry:
                           stir my emotions,
                           mix words inside me. 

pitch fibs, balk truth 

                  spit rage, release hurt

*elusive silence*

                 …? mystery solved.

                 you know what –
                           forget it.
                 I have nothing left to say… 

                 Strike You.

                     *

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Valerie Frost is a Garden State native. She holds a BA and MA in Education and is currently earning an MFA in creative nonfiction and poetry at Eastern Kentucky University. She lives and works in Central Kentucky with her twin three-year-olds. She has work in the Eastern Iowa Review, Headline Poetry and Press, and Dissident Voice.