A Boxer’s Body

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


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