Fighter
Cool hand on the glass,
warm breath fogging the pane,
I watch you through a maze
of machines and monitors,
your
tiny heart beating so fast,
trying
to keep up in a world you weren’t ready to enter.
The
nurse says little boys
don’t
fight as hard as little girls to survive.
Not sure why that is; don’t care.
Before
me lives a prize fighter,
a
classic champion, readyto throw a knockout punch,
all five and half pounds
settled in the swing.
~~~
First published in Eunoia Review
July 14, 2014
