the "waiting for godot" of baseball.
the prose that builds upon itself and rehashes each word into something different, something new each time it is repeated, is particularly of note (and beautifully done). the aspect ratio and chosen color scheme of red, red, red - bleeds through in the setting, the words, the actions, the sweat and tears of a girl who cannot help but linger.
gorgeous work as always, jill. endlessly proud of you and always eager to read your next work. <3