Victor Clevenger- A Poem

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."