Couldn't afford not to, my friends insisting: with my long reach I should jab well enough to unbalance and uppercut any son-of-a-bitch. Nested deep in memory, the setup, first day of drill, and fat Vern, reportedly slow, coming out in a mayhem of leather. @3Wait a minute!@1 I yell, and he doesn't. Then, at my locker, I button my jacket atop my blue gym shorts and reel out without taking a shower. Famous at home, I watch boxing all I'm able. Nothing gets past me -- no cut men, no refs, no judges. @3Long years@1, I tell -- @3Long years I was in there.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MERELY STATEMENT by AMY LOWELL ACROSS THE RED SKY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE LAKE (VERSION 2) by EDGAR ALLAN POE |