the pugilist

post-tryst and alone, she tried to recall:

               is it the heart that is the size of a fist,
               or the uterus?

                              (and anyway, what sized fist?
                              i've seen some pretty mean hands
                              folded into small neat squares.  the
                              fist could be smallish, or immense,
                              but  is it my heart or my uterus that
                              is fist-like)

this was important.  she needed to know
the nature of her weaponry.




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previously published in Breadcrumb Scabs, March, 2011.