It’s Just Practice
by A. J. Huffman
Falling into blindness, I am
enchanted—
mirror to his throne.
I swallow
malice like a champ,
(chump)
regurgitate a smile. Shady
bitch, I have become
a symptom of his alphabet:
a . . . b . . . c things my way or I’ll crack
your face with my fist. I adjust
my angle (to lessen
the force of impact). Smack!
Stooge meets stone
as the sun reflects.
Rays tighten like a tightrope. Today
we blondes refuse
to set(tle).
A.J. Huffman has published thirteen full-length poetry collections, thirteen solo poetry chapbooks, and one joint poetry chapbook through various small presses. Her most recent releases, The Pyre On Which Tomorrow Burns (Scars Publications), Degeneration (Pink Girl Ink), A Bizarre Burning of Bees (Transcendent Zero Press), and Familiar Illusions (Flutter Press) are now available from their respective publishers. She is a five-time Pushcart Prize nominee, a two-time Best of Net nominee, and has published over 2600 poems in various national and international journals, including Labletter, The James Dickey Review, The Bookends Review, Bone Orchard, Corvus Review, EgoPHobia, and Kritya. She is also the founding editor of Kind of a Hurricane Press. www.kindofahurricanepress.com.
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