Rubbing
Mud
Split finger fastball
Slider
Changeup
Knuckleball
Curve
Sinker
Eephus
leave the hand empty
haunted by the ghost of the seam
conspiracy of finger tips to stitching
instantly evaporating
bearing down a bore hole
shouldering aside snagging air
taste of river mud
lingering sweet on the tongue
settling out, nuggets we hold dear in our fist.
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