July 2012
I don’t feel forgiven
I feel kicked in the teeth,
Even if she didn’t mean
To hit me so hard,
I stagger against the ropes,
Too punch drunk to fall down
Too stupid to play dead,
Waiting for the final count
So we might return to our corners
One crowned victor
While I pretend I didn’t lose,
She never quite as tough
As she seems to believe,
And never as vulnerable
As other claim,
Forgiving me my indiscresions,
Before patting me on the head
And telling me to go away,
A punch in the soler plex
That bows me over,
Filling me with a rush of regret,
I stagger, but don’t fall,
I get up when I should stay down
Aching the whole time
For the referee to call
The whole thing off
So I can lick my wounds.
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