Tuesday, August 27, 2013

BROKEN GLASS



My flip flops swishing
                under my feet
I sweep up the glass
                and take it to the trash
I walk back into the room
                and wonder
How I took it this far

I'm frustrated
                but
Broken glass, spilt water
And knocked over electronics
Doesn't help me at all

I hurry to salvage
Perishable things
Then leave my home quickly
I cannot stay
Screaming and heaving
Over what does not go my way

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