I think about the day that’s coming
when I’m the guy in the boxing ring
with no nose broken & my eye swollen shut
saying No mas, no mas, because there does
come a time when you’re beaten, finished,
but there’s still so much time on the clock.
I like to think I’ll recognize the moment,
lift a glove to the referee & wave off
my opponent, no mas, my nose broken
& my eye swollen shut, still on my feet.