Comments about Ainone Lefthere
Working With Wrenches
I found a clever way to offend myself today,
it was so clearly written of the side of a spaghetti noodle.
It spoke of a jar that contained a single honeybee.
It went on to say that that no one had placed the poor creature there
and that the jar had willed it's own existence.
All the bee had left was perspective and the jar had only the bee.
I began to despise this thin line of sharpened words.