That’s what you get if you win a round the Samoan said after my right cross glanced off his cheek and his response shifted my nose from the center of my face to somewhere near my right ear.
What do I get if I lose one, I asked spitting blood. I always had a big mouth. His next shot put me on my ass, staring up at a beautiful Hawaiian sky.
My head spun. My legs were wobbly. My mouth was still running as I stood. What counts as a draw, I asked and closed my eyes.
Published in the Painted Bride Quarter 2013 Print Annual.