Monday, September 20, 2010

Monday

Screaming like a red rubber band
stretched to the max,
sharp stabs of a thin paring knife,
my neck does not like being told
to move.
She complains in a most effective way
and then she commands the shoulders
to do the same.
But I can still make them
cooperate.
I am the boss
of me.

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