The First Punch

May 6, 2016 admin No comments exist

My father beat his sons
for fighting and somehow
the fighting never stopped.

He’d arrive home to hear the report
and ask who dared to throw
that first guilt-producing punch.

My head burned hotter
than my brothers and somehow
I could never take the taunts.

So now they practice law
and I write poetry and the fires
burn brighter than ever.



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