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.

6 April 2010
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