Fight Delay by M.A. Istvan Jr.Despite what the ringside sportscasters say, the champ is not stalling his entrance show, rapper-assisted, to unnerve and cool down the number-one-ranked beast of a contender. Alone, he throws haymakers at the mirror. He sits rocking, blocking the stadium booms. He cries and rocks on the toilet, trying to free the sore-to-touch gut loaded, early this week, with bananas, prunes, melons, fiber drinks to stimulate a nice clearing in the first place. The worst, he thought, was the bout turning non-title from his failure to make weight. But worse was now: sciatic-pulsing bowels that yesterday’s all-in move of raw castor oil was to free. And now his wife is at the door. M. A. ISTVAN JR., a high-strung poet of veering moods, is a professional philosopher by day. His crooked nose—a hereditary feature stronger than the jutting ribs, the unhinged jaw, and the alcoholism—is the most conspicuous of what is really a full-bodied crookedness common to the male and female members of the Istvan clan. Perhaps his zaniest project in the works is an introductory textbook concerning the philosophy of the Five-Percent Nation, the Nation of Gods and Earths. The textbook aims to lay out the Five-Percenter take on the key topics of metaphysics: modality, freedom, mind-body relationship, time, personal identity, properties, and God.
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