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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