Mutual Aggression

in the public sphere where all the nosey eyes peer willing to take photos with their little phone cameras all ready to post them on face**** & twatter looking for reasons to feel important for 5 seconds, as the viral aspects of their own daily lives pitter away like sand through the fingers, the day so far has brought frustration--- no doubt the morning might have brought a child who didn’t want the strawberry pancakes that you labored at prior to their arrival on the scene or the job wants you in earlier than normal or the idiot in front of you won’t step on the gas or the shirt your pressed the night before grew wrinkly as you stumbled drunkenly through the savage morning routine that society has demanded of us all & then, just as you thought it all might stop for a moment, another human steps into the fray--- unbeknownst to her/him, you have already begun the fight with life on this day in question & s/he might be doing exactly the same (giving benefit of the doubt)--- so as one thing leads to another, be it over the last muffin on the rack in the bakery or over a needed parking spot, whatever the case might be, the snapping comes simultaneously, as mutual aggression seeps into the scenario which neither of you expected but secretly wanted--- and though you are taught through years & years of oppressive conditioning to be a good citizen to suppress all angst until you can deposit it in the “appropriate” receptacles, the fuses have been lit & neither of you have any more patience to waste on what others would have you do in order to make them feel more comfortable as if all were peaches, roses & the white picket fence--- so as the fists do follow, the clothes being ripped, the bruises that develop, they do not hide the fact that you’re both still animals who eat who sleep who **** who scream & who die--- delight in the mayhem.