Twoteeth Street Repair

The handyman showed up to fix something that wasn’t broken                    

Until he broke it

Now he won’t look me in the eye 


The songbird chirps, tweets at the frequency of a bomb’s countdown  

These are the moments you wish people had hazard lights 

that switched on—alerted others 

to slow down

The handyman digs deeper— 

the muck is about to explode

I got too close

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