So then- you saw me get short with my son.
You observed as I sighed deeply and
drew more enjoyment from my break than
I “should” have.
You listened as I barked harsh words of disgust
in my frustration
and subsequently sought solitude in
the mallards necking.
Radiance was your sun
warming the sinister fragments of my heart-
As I cupped my mug with meager hands, I squeezed as
though to discharge building
Birds eye view, I suppose.