It is indeed exhausting
the way each day finds me
shadowboxing myself,
face beet-red,
soupy with rank sweat,
tossing a jab here,
an uppercut there,
until my arms are railroad ties
that can no longer be lifted
even if the referee were to declare me victor,
even if I’d finally outgunned
my regrets for once.

Len Kuntz is an writer from Washington State and the author of the story collection, The Dark Sunshine, from Connotation Press. Additionally, he’s an editor at the online lit zine Literary Orphans. You can find him at

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