of getting under her skin.
with
words,
perhaps rolling my eyes,
or being dismissive
with a wave.
she could feel
my passive
aggressive sighs.
it made
her ball her fists up
and advance
towards me,
teeth clenched,
fire in her eyes.
ready to take a swing
and pummel me.
but i was ready
to duck,
to defend,
to weave and bob
left or right,
maybe do the Ali shuffle,
to escape
her clenches, or do
the rope a dope to tire her
out.
it was never good
for the children
to witness
as they rang the bell
late into the night.
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