Today you just want to break things.
Long-stemmed wine glasses hurled against walls.
Televisions thrown out windows.
Knuckles raked against brick walls,
pummeled against concrete.
We tell ourselves we can’t do such things.
Settle for scrubbing tubs.
Screaming into pillows.
Flailing around our living space
Try to sit still.
I dare you.
and no reasons
to point at
for your rising heart rate.
Some days are just meant
I’m so tired of building.
when all I think I can do