Bad Book

Bad book.

I’m unable to halt your hammer
over my nail-heart,

causing thumps and
broken breathing;

you make steady things
go reeling backward in confusion:

How so?
What’s that?

Frustration is a mountain range
growing from continents thrashing

rock towards sky:

Shame on you!
How could you?

I can’t
believe a word of it;

can’t take chopsticks and
clench a grain;

can’t sink into the chair
humbly;

words leave a sandpaper
kiss, like a cat’s lick.

I grasp you by your bindings roughly

—toss it! To hell with it! Stay there on the ground where you belong, Turncoat!

A day,
a night goes by.

An apology is in order.

When at last
we finish,

I am a reformed woman.

5 thoughts on “Bad Book

  1. Bad book.

    I’m unable to halt
    your hammer

    causing thumps

    you make
    steady things
    reel

    How that?

    a mountain range
    thrashing
    rock toward sky

    Shame on you!

    I can’t
    believe

    can’t sink

    into the chair

    humbly

    words leave

    a sandpaper
    kiss

    I grasp
    your bindings

    roughly

    —toss it!

    Stay there
    on the ground

    where you belong

    A day
    a night

    goes by

    An apology
    is in order

    When at last
    we finish

    I am

    a reformed woman

    err, i like to play with things 🙂

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