Boxing

October 12, 2010
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It starts out as a game
Just a few friends having a good time—
Playing cards, talking,
We begin the night with a couple of rounds
Later on it turns to brawls
We put on the gloves
Still damp with sweat from a night ago,
crumpled in the corners,
Cracking as they form to our hands.
The cool sweat covers our hands
The smell lingers from the gloves as we tighten them
We tap
You dance around like you’re the best,
We say a few words,
We shrug it off
When you’re hit, you feel the pain
You swing back in rage
Connecting your fist with my cheek, they hear the hit
The spit from my lip drips out
Spilling onto the floor making a tiny puddle
We go for awhile
Until we’re tired
I swing one last time
When we see the blood
We don’t know what happened
We check to make sure your ok
You just say...
That was cheap...
But I’m alright





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