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Punch and Judy

Writer's picture: Amber ShockleyAmber Shockley

He keeps a swazzle in his mouth,

rage with a flourish, twist the words

if they don’t win over. That’s the way

to do it. If I’m a sharp-tongued woman,

I carved it on my teeth, biting back

bashings in favor of keep-love.

All day I’m punch-drunk, but at

night, the ceiling's dark stage

waits for us: clown-grimace

characters, a baby, a stick.

We kiss and dance, then

fight again. My puppets; I win.


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