Closing your eyes,
bending at the edge
until your body forms
a toppled over "L",
until the blades
of your hair blow
in the canyon's
swirling winds;
releasing your hold.

Drinking red wine
even after noticing
the butler drip
cyanide in your glass;
mentioning your butler's
dedication in the will.

Spraying Raid
In your grandmother's
apartment though you respect
all life equally and though
ants are your favorite insect;
as a child, you read
about ants in a pop up
book your grandmother
bought for you.

Walking five miles
to reach a grocery store
because your vehicle need repairs,
because your pregnant wife wants
more peanut butter
and has become irritable; when
she complains you despise
being close to her.