When the temperature changes
One moment, its not there, the next- why is it so hot in here?
One loop, two loop; I lose count of the loops.
Our cups tilt spilling out a little of the bad, had, and newly grabbed
Through every turn along the white line.
Splish, Splish, Crack
then a torrent of hot, angry words flows
My cup- no longer delicately serving, judiciously portioning
It’s a puddle, caked in porcelain glass.
It disappears and erupts, littering the ground
Until the next loop around.
Normal; not half. Not faking, please be whole.
I laugh. It’s quite funny now; drops soak into the carpeted floorboards.
If… If…. they make it that far.
Swipe, shove, wipe, flick; deep breath.
Just breathe.
Can’t you even breathe?
Hiccupping, skipping, words freely flowing.
One, two, three, quatre, cinq, six, sieben….
How many loops was that now?
Shaking, turn the dial.
Sweating, flip the dial.
Laughing, crying, sweating, shaking.
One, two, three, quatre, cinq, six, sieben….
One more loop?
Yes, Please.
Shaking, turn the dial.
Sweating, flip the dial.
Laughing, crying, sweating, shaking.
One, two, three, quatre, cinq, six, sieben….
The final loop?
Shaking, turn the dial.
Sweating, flip the dial.
Laughing, crying, sweating, shaking.
One, two, three, quatre, cinq, six, sieben….
Inside then out.
Relief.
A smile. Wipe, no shoving to the side.
Why did I think I had to hold on so tight?
A gentle hug.
Very nice.
Thanks for watching, not turning
At the Inside then out.
A gentle hug.
Very nice.
Finally seen.
No tamping tonight.
Let it all-
Inside then out.
Good Night.
A poem by L.V. Roy.
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