I have been hit in the crotch
multiple times at a go.
I saw them coming. At least
the second and third swings
while my eyes were still open.
Now it makes me laugh
instantaneously.
Not that it does not hurt,
but that the thought can occur
to the antagonist
that somehow the conversation
ends with their decision
to sign
without reading
the curb stomp clause.
Not that I would do that.
After all, a misunderstanding is
a misunderstanding
no matter how many days you wait
to go back to the same bar
and go back again, and again,
but they never show up
to donate their teeth to your collection.
