NPM [Belated] Day 11: Journeyman
Cartilage in the nose cracks the moment the leather hits your face.
“This cup is the new covenant” you laugh, spitting warm blood from
your lips, your chin.
Your sparring partner does not appreciate Hilarious Atheism.
One two gloved punch then your body
finds the sandpaper mat,
you remember this part,
don’t you?
deep breath
still, closed,
your scarless
knuckles pull your fingers
now
use them to push only the ground
your soft Soul plays puppet string tendons to stand
You smile to yourself, sliding your palm across your face.
Deep Breath.
You place your fingerprints gently on their skin
again
and again













