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April 17, 2019 BASEBALL, Poetry

Tinker to Evers to Chance

Nicole Callihan

Tinker to Evers to Chance photo

The spring we didn’t make love,
I started following baseball—

radio on the kitchen table,
me in that old night dress,

the ball dropping into a glove,
always two down, bottom

of the ninth, a small glass
of something, smoke through

the screen while the people
who slept in my house slept

in my house. Tinker to Evers
to Chance. To Chance from Tinker

and Evers. If ever there were
a chance for us. If ever

to tinker. If chance. Dust rising
from a just tapped plate.

If I couldn’t have you,
I’d take the Cubs. 

The losses and the wins. 
The wins and the losses.


image: Aaron Burch