Sunday, May 6, 2007

An Unpleasant Thought


We love,
To bend the ends of a twig
Till it snaps
To burst the bubbles
In a bubble wrap.
To hear the crash
Of breaking glass.
To squash the ants
That scurry past.
To twist and stretch
A rubber seal.
We love, for somehow it feels
Therapeutic.

2 comments:

rhea said...

i like what's at the bottom of the page. very much. but it's too bright outside and too dark inside, and i can't see either. and i'm torn and tired, and blind into the bargain.

Shalmi said...

oh dear. how unsettlingly true. the rubber seals! ah so other people do it also...