poem

“Why can you hit so hard?”

How did so much damage happen-

I could see their weak points

Structure is everything

I grew up boxing

I grew up fighting

My cousin, Adam, homeless for
many years, is no longer homeless

-M. Taggart

I love you, Adam. You won’t see this. But it’s here.

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8 thoughts on “poem

  1. The resignation of past anger and aggression is poignant.
    I am uncertain, but I feel the need to say I am sorry about Adam. I feel like you were cousins, but not only of blood – or OF blood; the blood drawn from the fights of life. I feel like his fight, like yours, is in the pas and over – just in a different way.
    I apologize if I am wrong – it is just the feeling I am getting.

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