is a graveyard full
of other boxer’s bodies
full of sweat-
shellacked battered
& martyred
beneath the spotlights bodies
is hummingbirds
pinballing against ribs
& innards is wind
from torqued fists missing
target chins by inches
is underfed
& pissed pissing sunflower petal
yellow throughout
the weeklong weight-drain
dry as sugarcane
in wildfire season
is Sugar Ray is Cain
his double vision & second
generation sin is thin
as hopped turnstiles failing
to guard their trains thin
as cracks in cathedral
windows & sun
that splinters through them
thin as empty food bank autumns
is 30 days no sex illicit diuretics
& KUNG FU VIDEOS on 135th
its neon marquee still flickering
in this disfigured century
thin as an unchalked
cue across a shoulder blade
this body
is pure blood diamond
& counterfeit concurrently
so come on baby-
faced assassin put on
your blue gloves
put on your blue
gloves & cut for me