Chris Magazine

Duck and cover they say
What else can you do?
Avoid the flying shrapnel
Apologize in between salvos
Perhaps foresight
Might have led one to remove
The dangerous items
From the room
Before the confession
Especially that one picture frame
It never seemed so heavy
As when it hit your head
And who could have imagined
Your antique Budweiser sign
Would come so easily off the wall
And that the drywall behind you
Wouldn’t provide much of a cushion
To it’s abbreviated attempt at flight
And previously, in your mind
Those tools were for the
Exclusive use of those stoking a fire
And not as some modern version
Of a broadsword.
Turns out though
That thanks to her efforts
Your futon frame now qualifies
As firewood
Perhaps that explains the confusion
On the bright side
She seems to be tiring
Honesty is a dangerous thing
I did try to soften it
Even told her that I wouldn’t have
Had I known it was her sister
Didn’t help
Go figure