Enter the Liquid Word
If hurt business is a label for boxing,
In my heavy Gi, A mast beneath the canvas, I must sail swiftly.
I just thought it’d be fun. I, of course, did not anticipate—
my mother's blade thuds into the wood we're going to be replacing a well soon...
Our brains, I'm told, start to shrink in our late thirties as I'm hit for seventeenth time
Ma is unrehearsed mayhem: vendor of uppercut & jawbreaking kicks.
You fight, left right left right, left jab straight right, rabbit punch sucker punch, pitty-pat punches, uppercut, headbutt, an elbow a low blow a hook a feint a foul...
—a flock of starlings. The small of his back caves in like a seashell kingdom, nacre