Words lash out
When not finding home
Fall to the
To be collected later.
She regurgitates anger from two days ago.
He wipes the sticky memory from her chin
And crouches at her feet to sweep the words from the tile floor
Under the fridge
He said she looked pretty when she cried
Sparkling sheen beneath her eyes
Eyelashes clinging to each other lest they be
a w ay
So, she cried some more
And he smiled.
They fight on trains
Every moving vehicle becomes a ring
And when the door shuts the fight begins
The bell rings
The punch strikes air
Upper cut finds home
She is standing when the bell chimes again as the door slides open
and as they make the leap
from train to platform
The performance piece ends.
Characters built from words of furious anger peel of
Like lattice work suits seeming to slip
Right through the crack between worlds at their feet.
But, really, they have been neatly folded away with a magician’s sleight of hand.
Ready to be easily unfolded if ever the situation requires.
And we watch
We are the passengers on the train
We are the audience at the ring
We are the baby asleep in the cot
sheltered in shadow a hairsbreadth beyond the harsh light of the kitchen
And as she pulls out a threat and embeds it beneath his skin
And as he methodically recites his song which features naming her flaws
We award them one point each