Sweet

They told me I would be your boss
one day, so I brought some shovels
out into the yard and sat in my driveway
until you arrived. For two weeks
I ordered you around, making you dig
while I made digs at you, little bites
into your flesh and your brain. Little bites
that festered for those two weeks
and probably still do. Meanwhile, I scratched
at my head and wondered if it was the right
thing to do. Revenge. The word tastes
good even in my mouth. But should I do
to you what you did to me, just for that taste?
It has a bitter aftertaste and I’m not so sure
it’s worth it.

Until I decide otherwise,
keep digging.