It's a battle
but without the uppercuts to the jaw,
the swinging haymakers.
There's no broken noses,
no bruises, no blood,
no searing pain in the mid-section.
We don't differentiate by weight class.
I'm not heavy. She's not cruiser.
We don't wear wrist straps or mouth guards or gloves.
We don't warm up with a punching bag.
There's no ring in the bedroom
nor baying crowds.
The kitchen has never seen the likes
of Ali-Frazier or Johnson-Burns.
We don't even raise our voices
so that rules out all orators, debaters,
strikers, and people screaming help.
Okay, so we don't raise our voices
except for the last.