I Traded My Baseball Mitt, For You? ...

It was an uneven trade my baseball mitt for her what do I do with her I saved the balls she told me to during the trade unaccustomed to the quaintness of her I reach for her she goes to the rings in the wall taking my towels out she directs me to tighten the collars I comply bewildered she looks at me as if I could do that which she is thinking I comply she then instructs me to do what you her previous owners did again I comply her last request before she died was to be placed in your bed so she would never miss another base ball game while you died watching her as she watched you.