You are not the only thing
I’ve killed.
Why just this morning,
I murdered a silverfish
with my bare thumb.
And I’ll do it again.
Horrid silverfish.
I've watched belief in me
die in people’s eyes.
I've taken a machete
to unrequited love.
It only sort of worked.
I have buried a friendship.
I have faced down a fear.
I accidentally killed
that beautiful tree
I was only trying to prune.
Oh, I still ache over that one.
Cars, crashed.
Bridges, burned.
Hopes, dashed.
Lovers, spurned.
I’m no worse than most.
And kinder than a few.
A friend to spiders!
When I’m just about
to step into the shower.
I re-dress to save you.
I get a cup and a card.
It usually works.
I’m sorry, my little terror.
You were too quick.
My glass, too slow.
I meant you no harm.
(a 10-minute poem)
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