the look on her
face was one of
speechlessness.
it had been as if
someone had shoved
a knife in her back.
all I told her was
that I quit, and asked
if it was okay to leave
then and there.
she turned to me,
too alarmed to reply
in an unbroken sentence.
it is now clear to
me that the ability
to be impulsive
scares regular
people all to hell.
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BEATNIK: A Poetry Collection
PoetryThe first book in the "Beatnik Trilogy" of contemporary poetry collections.
