2020-04-21T18:54:22-07:00April 27th, 2020|Relationships|

My boxing gloves

The irritation doesn’t boil in me
it is more like a stiffening
so that my joints crack as I walk
and my eyes blink less

he sees that I am over the threshold
into an emotion made of hot iron
and so with the love that comes
from observing the same person for sixteen years

he steps carefully in front of my path
and he gives me my boxing gloves
as he puts the pads over his own hands

give it all you have, love

he says and I punch and punch
letting the little furies  
pound out of me

finally returning to laughter
and tears
and flesh. 

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