Fighting
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A revised version of it appears in my ebook, Digging to China, available both on Kindle and as a PDF. It will soon be available as a limited edition chap book. To request a PDF or chap book,click here.
My dad and I wrestled
in the backyard.
I was seven.
He played rough—
and I sprained my ankle.
Not wanting to appear wimpy
I didn’t cry. Instead
I curled my fingers and
with gnashed teeth
red cheeks,
throbbing ankle,
violent eyes
I punched him
hard
again and again and then
collapsed,
nearly convulsing
my heart thudding
rapidly in my chest
keeping time with my ankle.
With a look of sad horror,
through scrapes and cuts,
He asked how my ankle was.
Not wanting to appear wimpy
I said,
“What ankle?”
all rights reserved, Copyright 2011, Justin W. Price
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PDXKaraokeGuy, also known as Justin W. Price, is an author with Sweatshoppe Publications, which will soon re-release his poetry collection, Digging to China. Additionally, the managing editor at eFiction horror and The New Bridge online newspaper.. Husband to Andrea, father to two dogs. writer.poet.baseball fan. tattooed. He is am amateur theologian with a rabid sweet tooth. He resides in a suburb of Portland, Oregon.He has a poetry book available for Amazon Kindle, and also maintains a blog, FirstBlog. His work has been featured in the Crisis Chronicles, efiction Magazine, The Hellroaring Review, the Bellwether Review, eFiction Humor, and the Rusty Nail. Please visit his profile page for more information. Thanks!
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