My coach is young and I am old
Yes Sir I say then grunt and flay
two pads he holds, I know my goals.
His eyes demand two kicks I land
first feint the jab, the hook will stab
a kick across his chin then spin.
I strike his chest first high then low,
Again! He grins, All in. Let’s go!
—Darcy Smith works as a sign language interpreter. Her poems have appeared in Boyne Berries, Up The River, Chronogram, MER, GTK, Sadie Girl Press, Universal Table, Arsenic Lobster, Between the Lines and RAR. Darcy is a Buddhist and a kickboxer. Her current obsession is executing a six punch three kick combination with perfect form.