We were mock-fighting
me and Robbo
the hardest kid in school.
I made the mistake
of kicking his knee
to one side of the patella
watched him collapse
fold in slow-mo agony
like Bruce Lee in Enter the Dragon.
He hated that
the thought of people looking
any sign of weakness.
They weren’t looking at him.
They were looking at me
shaking their heads
whistling under their breath.
They’d seen the film.
They knew what happened next.
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Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.
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