The Double Act
(jab / cross)
one-two.
skip the fancy shit.
clean.
tight.
true.
in the ring—
not to fight
but to vanish.
hit the bag?
no.
hit the voice:
the planner,
the pleaser,
the worrier
masquerading as warrior.
the desire:
feet that whisper.
jab, a matchstrike.
hips that coil.
cross, a flamethrower.
shoulder that splits the world in half.
jab is introduction.
cross is destruction.
one–two.
one–two.
repeat
’til the noise dies.
no audience.
no editor.
just rhythm
and breath.
ten thousand strikes.
still I suck.
but sometimes—
for a moment—
bang,
bang.
the combo
breaks me open.
jab hisses.
cross screams.
and for a second—
Silence.