america&039;s pastime

He said, “I never want to pull out of you”
and I think I fell in love. What a fucked up thing to do.

And this wasn’t supposed to be a fucked up poem
but it’s turning into a fucked up poem
because I haven’t been able to cum in three years
without thinking of his hips sliding into mine: like first base,
like second base, like third base,

like home.

—  “The Most Magnificent Pastime” Trista Mateer

When you think about Boston, Harvard and M.I.T. are the brains of the city, and its soul might be Faneuil Hall or the State House or the Old Church. But I think the pulsing, pounding heart of Boston is Fenway Park.

John Williams