Sunday, January 31, 2016

Tempers Quelled

i told the red-haired girl to pack her bags
and be gone by morning.
the selfishness
in her eyes like a sleepiness
that would not rub out.
even then, in the wrong,
she scowled at me.

i told the blonde and beautiful
woman with a cross to bear, to witness
somewhere else and take
her lack of empathy with her martyred
axe. there was simply
no room for that here.

i told the black-haired teenager,
angry and wishing to be noticed,
to listen to herself
before she ever
spoke to me again.

and i told the small brunette
child with eyes as big
as saucers
that it was okay to come home now
that all the other tempers were
destroyed.

~

RNH