it's cold,
she punches herself
to feel warmth.
fist, knuckles, jaw--
she drops her shoulder,
her footing is off balance--
boxing rage.
now she can feel something
the cold becomes warm, frost begins to melt.
only her opponent can keep her steady
even when she's down
the embers of rage still
fight her limp body.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Friday, May 7, 2010
Quintron and Miss Pussycat!!!
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