Fork Rage


Ok – I admit I was agitated.

I’d been bottling stuff up

over a long period of time.


The fork didn’t deserve it.

Even though it refused to behave like a fork should –

fell off the surface

not once, but twice,

as if it wanted to pick a fight.


I should’ve turned the other cheek

but instead,

Let fly.


I heard the mess

15 feet away.


The shatter, not of window pane, but of plastic handle

exploding across my bathroom.

A death-rattle rage

giving out to a silent and sorry scene…

Still evident, 5 days later.




Fork Rage


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