Like a deck to the face
words have always hit me
unabashedly like swings
from leather boxing gloves
directed by your energy
committed by your force.
You swing into the open air
and though the hit is not on me
directly, you still tend
to knock the wind out of my chest
and send me into comatose.

I awaken slowly and I'm
careful not to swing as blind
as you, so that you wouldn't
have to feel that slowmo emptiness-
that nothing that your words
can make me feel. So why do I
still have to dodge your aimless
blows?

03/28/2004

Posted on 03/29/2004
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