tantrum
I played Frisbee
with your mother’s china
But instead of with the dog
It was with the concrete driveway
And when the plates hit the ground
I screamed ecstatically
Like Theresa possessed by Dionysus
As the Noritake shattered
And when I’d decimated the 8 piece plate setting
I peeled out of the driveway
to the liquor store
knowing that when I returned
you’d have cleaned up my mess.
my friend Courtney wrote this. i thought it was brilliant - hence why i wanted to post it here
