When all the drowsy metaphors
about women and fruit
have been peeled
and devoured;
there’s just you, me
a bowl full of summer peaches,
two parentheses
with nothing in between
(just space)
for the tongue’s imagination.
— “After Language” by Chaia Heller
You think I’d let him destroy me and end up happier than ever?
No fucking way. He doesn’t get to win.
Just don’t forget about me, okay? I would never.
MAX CHAPMAN and CLANCE MORGAN in A League of Their Own (2022-)