The drunk girl at the ball park
sits down with a thump
on the sidewalk next to the player's lot.
She's yelling, what? what?
with a smirk.
Like it's the soul of wit.
Claws through her bag
looking for a smoke.
Her girlfriend tries
to hush her before
the ball park cop comes over.
they've already been ejected.
Too late. He stands over her
leaning slightly forward.
You ladies have a problem?
She's still braying,
what? what?and laughing
becauseshe can't decide
whether she’s mad or not.
She lurches up on tiptoes
tries to kiss the cop.
He lets her.
Tastes her liquory breath,
puts his hands on her shoulders,
and turns her around.
She bumps her plump behind
into his equipment,
gives it a shove and a wiggle.
She stumbles forward saying
what? what? and giggles.
You gonna cuff me?
Maybe. Come back later.
Her unlit cigarette
falls out of her mouth
onto the pavement.
Her semi-sober girlfriend
fetches the cig off the ground
lights it, takes a drag,
slips it between
her drunk friend’s lips.
But she can't hold on to it
and it falls out again.
C’mon, let's try the back entrance
if you think you can act straight
for a minute, okay?
Okay. but I need to pee.
Now? Yeah, now.
Go over there, behind those bushes
and try not to go on your shoes.
You wanna help me?
Alright, c’mon. I still want to find
that cute guy in the bleachers.
You can come back for that cop
after the game.
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