it is the day after
the day after her
birthday
and I'm still hungover
Punch-Drunk from
serving
as her punching bag
my ego bleeding instead of my nose
some bouts you don't recover
from easily or soon
recalling those moments when
you should have ducked and didn't
feeling each body blow
ribs still aching
not quite a knockout punch
more like a series of
rabid jabs
each leaving a
permanent bruise
even a day after the
day
after her birthday
when I served as a punching bag
and most likely
deserved it
with a referee still hovering over me
as I lay prone on the
canvas
each count up to 10
done
in utter slow motion
me perfectly aware
I am out for the
count
if only it would get it all over with
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