SORRY NOT SORRY

So satisfying, the smashing

the grab, the throw

plate cracked against floor

white chips like exclamation points

So satisfying, the swearing

the sound, the fury

guttural and careless

crashing through the room

blasting through screens into street

So sorry

I swept up bitter shards

offered a soft apology

And then

so satisfying, the finding

one secret sliver

lit by innocent sunbeam

cheering me

because it was my plate, and I was very angry

©2016 Carlotta Eike Stankiewicz