you told me you like chance poetry
i closed my eyes and threatened your nose
punching, blind, part aiming, part trusting: chance
you shout - the words are not my own- new words have come by
chance
"no" "stop" a laugh
"don't punch" "this isn't how it goes"
sometimes fists find you
when they don't
eyes closed,
nothing tells me where i am
where you are
laughing while i am lost
without your nose
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