Right Hook
He touched me first,
so I ended
it with a right
hook to the jaw.
Why would I lie?
The witnesses
are all liars.
They hate me just
like everyone else.
It's okay. I'm
used to it. I'm
tired of fighting.
_
He touched me first,
so I ended
it with a right
hook to the jaw.
Why would I lie?
The witnesses
are all liars.
They hate me just
like everyone else.
It's okay. I'm
used to it. I'm
tired of fighting.
_
Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal works in the mental health field in Los Angeles, CA. He was born in Mexico. His first book o poetry, Raw Materials, was published by Pygmy Forest Press. He is a member of the Guerrilla Poetics Project. His poems have appeared in Cerebral Catalyst, Zygote in my Coffee, and Unlikely Stories.
