ouch
a boxer in a ring alone
im dodging the punches
you’re already thrown
to the left
i see you coming
in slow motion,
in a blur
i fall.
i hear your laughter
from the sidelines
you roar.
a laughter
of pity or pathos,
i cannot tell.
black and blue-
from hits you say
i imagined.
here is the story you claim untrue
my bleeding heart,
i hold out to you.