When I grow up
I want to be a diamond-
And hard of heart.
A wine glass shattered
Into a million translucent slivers,
evil and jagged on the kitchen floor,
Just before I began preparing dinner.
And then, a mosquito
Slipped through the door uninvited
And buzzed his threats into my ear
As I seasoned the turkey.
And still, I thought of you-
The conversations that I had saved,
The meal sizzling in the oven,
Waiting in anticipating for your arrival.
Yet, when you did arrive
It was with words as sharp as broken glass,
And a manner as rough and dreary as frozen pavement.
It is a tragedy
that you pushed me away
before I could warn you of bloodthirsty parasites
or camouflaged shards laying in wait on the linoleum-
But tonight, I am afraid,
if you need something to warm your soul
The only thing you will have that is soft and hot
Is the turkey.