The Fighter

Peach blushed skin,
Wrapped tight across wiry muscle,
Wiry bones.
A scrappy kid. The figure of a fighter.

Pop pop! Pop pop pop!
Sock it to him. Show him who’s the boss!

She’s tough. She always has been.
A tomboy. A winner.

Jab! Jab! Wrestle him down.

Intelligent too. Book smart. Street smart.

She’s on top. He’s done for. He’s done!
She puts her fishnets back on to leave,
But not before grabbing the money from the night table.