Dodge?
Why?
I’ll simply parry,
Riposte.
Laughing like a madman,
With carvings of my hands,
Clenched fists –
Each led by muscled forearm.
Run. Jump. Kick.
Turn three hundred pounds of weight,
Into force,
Into exponentials of Newtons.
Mass.
Density.
Volume.
Plus Gravity.
That math is rarely hard.
Dodge? Why?
