Splinter In Your Palm
Posted: 26 Apr 2019, 04:18
Splinter In Your Palm
I am the splinter you carry
secretly in your palm,
a charm you stroke
as if for good luck.
I am the two margueritas
at the end of the day,
but also the blackmail
a click away.
I am the silence at the end
of a phone call,
my presence like a perfume
your wife can almost
sniff through the line.
I am the team of lawyers
that at any moment
could arrive at your door,
papers served.
I am also smoke
from a fire you can't put out,
sometimes a wisp
of smoke as subtle
as the perfume you don’t
quite wash out of your
perfectly groomed hair.
I am the splinter you carry
secretly in your palm,
a charm you stroke
as if for good luck.
I am the two margueritas
at the end of the day,
but also the blackmail
a click away.
I am the silence at the end
of a phone call,
my presence like a perfume
your wife can almost
sniff through the line.
I am the team of lawyers
that at any moment
could arrive at your door,
papers served.
I am also smoke
from a fire you can't put out,
sometimes a wisp
of smoke as subtle
as the perfume you don’t
quite wash out of your
perfectly groomed hair.