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broke bones

in a sudden choler
i pulled my own hair
and punched a wall
and broke my hand

never-you-mind the embarrassment
or ignominy i’ve wrought
against myself at passion’s
subtle urging

no, you need only
to be thankful that
it wasn’t you i’d hit.


6 thoughts on “broke bones

  1. I am duly grateful that it wasn’t me. What a funny poem with a (painful) xray that makes the poem even funnier–oh, that hurts. What other response could you have, though?

  2. I’ve done this – kept the rings they had to cut off to remind not to do it again.

    I hope you can knit up soon – playing piano is far more soothing than breaking bricks.

    Trust me on this one.

    Get well soon,

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