A Poem Out of Desperation

In the game version,
I whipped out a machete and gestured with it,
tried to speak,

but had no words.

I waved the machete, chopped it through the air,
to say “you go over there,
I want to make you dinner,”

but I had nothing but a machete.

I clattered around in the kitchen,
knocked over bowls and tureens and the milk jug,
made nothing but a mess.

you were still standing still where I left you,

I couldn’t say anything to you,
though I had so much to tell you, about my day,
about the unfair world we lived in.

I had no way of expressing,

beyond my handful of actions,
just how full my heart felt,
when I saw you there.