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