Cry, baby (opens in new tab)

Thank you, velvet ribbon of time, for finally ending April; I cry more in that month than in any other, and it is piteous, and awkward, and a defeat for all of my senses. Cruel month for a cruel girl in a cruel world. Walking beside the tall wire fence between the dirt path and the diamond, the whip-like crack of the cowhide is like a petal drifting through the air. I pause there, held fast, sneakered toes against the wet grass, hearing the scattered noise from the game. Did you know that her...