Turned
You turned, you know, flipped.
The feeling of insanity, just like
that...you're swinging. A blow
lands close to his mouth, not new,
this rage. He grabs your wrist...
holds fast. Burning, then just as
fast, a shot of pain through the jaw.
Chipped tooth you tell the dentist,
mouth sore for a week. Maybe still.
forty years later you imagine the
rush of anger, but it's manage-
able...now you know to walk away.
Nancy Canyon
You turned, you know, flipped.
The feeling of insanity, just like
that...you're swinging. A blow
lands close to his mouth, not new,
this rage. He grabs your wrist...
holds fast. Burning, then just as
fast, a shot of pain through the jaw.
Chipped tooth you tell the dentist,
mouth sore for a week. Maybe still.
forty years later you imagine the
rush of anger, but it's manage-
able...now you know to walk away.
Nancy Canyon
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