Torn

another tear in the fabric
of an already shabby day

as we’re confronted
by a kid in a parking lot
who doesn’t understand
why we’re watching him

we’re really not

but it doesn’t matter
because he’s trying to sell weed
or something
and we’re too close

so he bellows “SOMETHING
INTERESTING GOING ON
OVER HERE YOU TWO LOOKING AT?”

and you shout back
a simple single
“NO”

and nothing happens

but I wish it had
I wish it had

because the torn day
might have ripped right open then
the knife in my pocket
useful for once
in making a hole
I could have successfully
plunged through
on my own power