the fight

she puts up
her hands,
balled into tiny
pink fists
and says, come
on. let's go.
me and you.
it's long overdue,
let's get this
over with.
she dances
around on her
feet, bobbing,
weaving, jabbing
lightly
in your
direction.
she circles you,
dipping her
shoulders,
shuffling her
feet like the ghost
of ali.
i'm so pretty she
says, and your
so ugly, come
here and get
your whipping
chump, but
within a minute
or so, she's out
of breath,
bent over
and sweating,
she whispers okay,
okay. i give
up, you win.
are you hungry?