If Only Poem by Brian Rihlmann
If Only
Today we scream
and throw our cups
against the wall,
shattering them
so they hold nothing anymore,
laughing and crushing
the broken pieces
beneath our heavy boots.
Tomorrow we knead
furrowed brows
with apologetic fingers
as we stare
at the jagged shards
on the floor,
and tiptoe around them
as though our caution
would fix things.
If only it didn't feel so good
to smash things sometimes.
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