Punch by Jim Zola

Limbs twitch. Memories of sap
rise in the roots. I try hard
to resist God’s tug. But there’s

this stick stuck in my lumpish fist.
She eggs me on, jaw flapping
lies about my knots. I show her

the nature of my grain.
We club each other senseless
with love.

Jim Zola has worked in a warehouse, as a security guard, in a bookstore, as a teacher for Deaf children, as a toy designer for Fisher Price, and currently as a children’s librarian. Published in many journals through the years, his publications include a chapbook — The One Hundred Bones of Weather (Blue Pitcher Press) — and a full length poetry collection — What Glorious Possibilities (Aldrich Press). He currently lives in Greensboro, NC

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