like the postman with my package;
when anger came up like a Buick that sank in the lake in ‘78
like the reject I didn’t invite to my party;
like a heavy gold badge come up through my chest, breaking my bones like a pit bull through a rickety fence,
Or did I simply take my foot off the toy in the tub?
Someone who never forgot. Someone who daydreamed when they drove.
The one, I bet, I think…the one who took her coffee sweet and light.
shoving what I could in my purse like swiping yeast rolls at a steakhouse.
I thought I'd need them later.
that between my teeth, with my own heat and time, I might melt it.
I’ve been wearing my badge to bed.
The badge is a conversation starter or else I stuff a pizza puff in my moth, my mouth, I mean.