What's wrong with you?

What's wrong with you?

it is blood under the skin
dripping down
blackened marks
from straps and pads
slash to the back of the knee
knuckle thumps
sinking down under the skin

on the card

everyday
as i step through graffiti
and broken glass
i'm looking to the next fight
the next match
canvass, holds, and bumps
i gird my loins like Job
smashed hip like Jacob
limping
i'm a wrestler
behind the curtains
trying to get
on the card