I’m a Writer, not
a Fighter
And on the nights when
my
busted lips
tint the ice cubes red,
and she sits there for an hour
letting
the melted water
run down
her
soft cold fingers,
I tell her,
"Even superheroes take a few
good punches darling,
nobody
can dodge them all."
She
always laughs kindly,
then
reminds me,
"Sweetheart,
I have yet to see
you dodge one."
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