Five Blows to the Chest


I will never forget the time you pushed me around at the store, five blows to the chest.

But you will.

I can recall overwhelming panic when you nearly tipped my car, four trembling passengers.

But you can’t remember.

I could recite each white flag I raised to appease you, three pathetic times.

But you would never see it that way.

I recount trembling apprehension to whatever version I might encounter that day, two anxiety pills.

But you were blind to your ways.

I relive the turmoil every now and then, one heart glued back together.

But you live on in peace.

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