Fork Rage
19Jun09
Ok – I admit I was agitated.
I’d been bottling stuff up
over a long period of time.
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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.
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I should’ve turned the other cheek
but instead,
Let fly.
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I heard the mess
15 feet away.
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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.
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