not a fight

Obviously no one would describe
a conversation as “a fight”
if it were not animated,
demonstratively emotional
and probably loud. Unless

they were close enough
to make out words. Then
they might: because fights
of the conversational kind

can be conducted with even
tone and equanimity, and
regardless devastation unleashed.

The blows register all through.

The reactions are held, postponed
for later grief. Wanting to keep it
together. Wanting, perhaps, to spot
avenue of rescue offered, or opening
up to dart and seize. Escape

from the words pouring in,
building up,
tightening their vise. Maybe

we could get out of this. We
could make words mean anything,

if the other agrees.