Right Hook

by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal



He touched me first,

so I ended

it with a right

hook to the jaw.



Why would I lie?

The witnesses

are all liars.

They hate me just



like everyone else.

It's okay. I'm

used to it. I'm

tired of fighting.

Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal works in the mental health field in Los Angeles, CA. He was born in Mexico. His first book o poetry, Raw Materials, was published by Pygmy Forest Press. He is a member of the Guerrilla Poetics Project. His poems have appeared in Cerebral Catalyst, Zygote in my Coffee, and Unlikely Stories.