Lethal Weapons by Jon Bennett

The old men’s hands
ring the table
a greying anemone
“Jon, sit!”
and I do
out of loneliness
and being like them.
We talk about boxing
“I was welter weight,”
says Boston Phil
raising his fists,
“These,” he says,
“are registered…”
“Yeah?”
“They have to be
when you’re a fighter.”
and without a doubt
we are all fighters.

Jon Bennett
Jon Bennett writes and plays music in San Francisco’s Tenderloin neighborhood. You can find more of his work on iTunes, Spotify and Pandora.
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