here’s what I propose.
You versus me.
And why wait until Sunday
in the sparse shade of that tall oak tree.
I’m going to break your nose.
And no one is ever going to know about it,
and the blood from your sinus cavity,
dripping down from your nose,
over your chin,
embedding itself into the soil until once again,
the spring will come,
blazing crimson in that hot fucking sun.
of that day I broke your nose,
and you didn’t tell