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"Snapdragons" by Grant Young



Snapdragons



are killer curveballs


a violent wrist twist to reap a white

terror, red stitching slicing sky,

bending air, bursting ash

a hissing arc seeking ready leather


but also a flower—puffed

pastel petals erupting

upward, a plant best

placed at property’s edge


both share the same season

blooming by spring and

wilted by winter, perfect when

partnered with sunshine


in baseball they’re best when

sown with restraint, for

excessive snapdragons will

impel elbow’s ulnar to


tear into two


producing a “pop!

an internal turmoil

like a stem being

ripped from its roots


and the petrified pitcher

will visit a surgeon

and soon see a smiling

scar on their arm


though such forecasts are scarce

and must not prompt pitchers

to stop snapping

off their best breakers


since the sharpest snapdragons

are invasive to hitters,

bats planted on

shoulders means strikeouts


but a hanging snapdragon

blowing free in the breeze

is sure to be sent into

orbit.




Grant Young (he/his) spent five years throwing snapdragons at the University of San Francisco—and has a smiling scar on his arm to show for it. He is the founding editor of Clinch, a literary magazine for the martial arts. His work has been published by HAD, The Twin Bill, Idle Ink, and elsewhere.

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