(A follow-up to “Glass Breaking” written 6/2/14)
I wrote about you this weekend.
It wasn’t poetry. It wasn’t poetic, really.
I just wrote what happened.
And when the Woman I Am wrote down
what happened to the Woman I Used To Be,
the Woman I Used To Be finally threw
that goddamn carafe and coffee mug
on the ground.
The Woman I Am watched as,
midair, the chemical components
so that when they hit the floor,
they did not break.
They just bounced a little…
made some noise.
The Woman I Used To Be smirked
because in the end,
the Woman I Am
didn’t have anything
to clean up after all.