Right Hook
—a poem by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

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.

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.