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The Hot Dogs of Physics photo

We were allowed to be alone in the stadium, an object which is infinite. Prove it.
I can’t remember if we took the bus. More likely your dad dropped us in traffic and the civic door thunked on our thank you.

I had only been to games with seven dollar tickets, where you could put your feet up. Your parents sat with fans who eared portable radios and shushed when we laughed too loud.

What were we laughing at? The sex ed teacher (Hot.) spotted selling hot dogs by the girl who’d put a hot dog inside herself the year before. (They said she ate it.)
Years later, another dare: a coworker eats twelve hot dogs on two-dollar hot dog night, his stomach a pregnant curve around the litter. (This I saw myself.)
We get garlic fries instead and I am hungry the rest of the game.

crack the velocity of wide decks against the current
crack the field that turns halogen to daylight
crack the quanta of Dippin Dots on tongue

For the boy six rows over there with his parents and a perfect stranger, I could not have designed a baseball metaphor.
Look at me now, all struck out.


image: Mia Mishek