something detached
fundamental to understand
covered my eyes like a fold
and I shrugged
obviously I could not offer
what you most required
and let it be and let it go
so it naturally came to mind
when the doorknob flew off in flaming splinters
and the door swung open to reveal
you standing amid your creation
kicking aside husks and shells
as you entered and all I could think was
"oh damnable Christ! now what?
didn't she uproot enough
in her last ransacking?"
I ask you who else could it be
and I'm still sorry I underestimated you
when we get tired of wordlessly staring
at each other
after not crediting you with enough brains
to hoist yourself to miserable spats of peevishness
I won't spill on myself
if you're ill at ease
you may yet have more explaining to do
and for a tiny moment
I will be pleased to be silent...go...
Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
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