Poem – The Fuse (By DS Maolalai)

The Fuse

 

I was hungover,

boiling water.

the coffee

smelled

intense

as trees falling

when I burst the foil,

and specked my daylight

and made me wrinkle my nose

like a rabbit

unburrowed in the sand.

 

it was

good. I was

feeling the cold

on my feet, bare

and enjoying it.

 

and outside

the day was heading

to be fine.

 

then from nowhere

the electric kettle

popped like a firecracker

and scorches shot up

the wall.

the toaster

banged

like a chair falling over

and all the lights

went out.

 

I was lucky

I was tired

and not holding

any wires. I just

accepted it. checked the rest

of the apt electric

and it all

seemed ok.

 

I called my landlord,

got talked through

fixing the fuse

and went out

to get

what would be

better coffee

anyway.

it was 10am.

I needed something good and strong

to properly appreciate

my survival.

 

[su_ds_maolalai]