Tuesday, May 10, 2011

poem of the day 05.10.11


arguing with my wife
arguing with the night
i open a kitchen cabinet
in a rage
and a box
of open lasagna noodles
comes flying out of it
splashing the milk and egg mixture
meant for the evening’s
breaded pork chops

i pick up the box
with half of the noodles left in it
throw it against the wall
watching as the pasta
smashes into
a thousand pieces
and the cats scatter
in different directions

i pour my wife and i a drink
feel good for the first time
that day

like no one or no thing can touch me

such unbounded joy
from an act so simple
and pure

even though i know
that i’ll be picking up
yellow shards of lasagna
well into the next month.

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