We throw opinions like punches
spilling out of our mouths.
The arguments are fist fights,
the dining room: our boxing ring.
We know what's coming, but, when the bell
rings, we go in swinging anyway.
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PoetryA completed collection of unrelated short poems. "A loose thread of thoughts." Highest rankings: #298 in Poetry on August 28, 2016 #337 in Poetry on September 5, 2016
