National Poetry Month Day 19: Eloisa Amezcua
ROUND 10
You call it love as you try to punch holes through each other
in the kitchen, no bell to force you to your corners.
Besides, her eyes, they’d follow you around any room—
this obsession, a fear she doesn’t have a name for.
In your corner of the kitchen, she’s a force
unlike any. Her voice rising, gradual as a balloon released into air.
Her fear, her obsession, a name she doesn’t know yet.
You’re out of practice. For weeks, you haven’t been a husband
to anybody. Your voice rises & gradually, like a balloon releasing air,
you see her body tense, waiting for a counter
from a husband out of practice. For weeks, you’ve been
with another woman who asks where it hurts the most
when you tense your body waiting for a counter
in the ring. Tonight, you trade good punches near the end
where it hurts the most. You know that no other woman
would be standing at the finish. She won’t let up
in the ring tonight. She trades a good punch at the end.
Her dark eyes, how they follow you in this room—
she won’t let up. She’s standing at the finish, both of you
still punching holes through each other & calling it love.
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Photograph of Eloisa Amezcua © Chris Cheney.