What Else Can Happen
She took the soup can of heartbreak off the shelf.
Tore it open with her teeth, they were jagged anyway.
No one was here to stop her, and she felt satisfied.
A mouse with a handful of unhappiness ran over her bare foot.
Just what I needed today to complete myself, she thought.
Her farsighted cat pounced on her big toe, tearing it up.
Missing the mouse by at least ten centimeters.
What else can happen? She wondered.
A jar of worst day ever fell off a top shelf
Crushing her and the cat.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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