This post is the tenth installation of book ends'
National Poetry Month poetry blitz. Read about it here.
Poem in Which I, and Only I, Get What I Deserve Michael Meyerhofer
[Found in Another Chicago Magazine #49]
A student with manga-blue eyes
submits a poem about her father's hands
and their ability, when closed,
to chip more than teeth. I remember
four years of boxing lessons,
the reason I stayed late
and pressed iron bars against the ceiling,
the nunchakus I practiced
to the trill of imaginary pan flutes
after another female friend told me
what so-and-so had done
and I shuttered from the weight of it all.
I give her the number for counseling.
Then, in a poor attempt
to lighten the mood, ask her
if she wants me to go kick his ass.
She looks me up and down.
Says: I'm pretty sure he could take you.
L. Stacks
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