Postlude From a Kiss

and the who, what, where, when & why seem ever so important when an act so terrible afflicts the many & sends the public panicking with eyes peeled & stuck to the screens of a media feasting like vultures in the desert just come upon a wildebeest carcass left by the lions--- watch the bloody toothed birds spit out sinew & proclaim the fabricated stories quickly developed as to the motives of one wo/man or the many, responsible for the “atrocious,” as if no human before ever thought about it, as if no human after will ever go about it again. could have been one simple thing that sent the dominoes falling---a messed up morning hairdo that spun a poor mirror imaged reflection on just the wrong day, the way the wind blew in the afternoon (forcing the coffee from the overfilled styrofoam container to spill out off the plastic top edge), a smug closing of the door on someone behind you in a café, the impolite ramblings of a cashier whose been doing their job just wayyyyy tooooo loooonnnggg, the gas cap that wouldn’t stay tight after filling up the car, the milk that went sour overnight so there’s none for the cereal in the morning & of course, that kiss that didn’t lead just exactly where “it was supposed to.”