To keep myself on my toes I started setting traps around the house
The game is vicious yet awkward
The hard part is, partly,
-tensioning springs on the wrong side of closed doors
-leaving nails and acid in the wake of an absent-minded stroll,
and stuffing wolverines in the already overstuffed utility drawer
Great for a surprise bludgeoning or a good old fashioned
perforation,
Or some life-altering scarring.
Not exactly interchangeable but
Genuine nonetheless
But it’s not just about pain
Or terror, or identity-changing scarring, it’s
the humiliation, too:
I can’t read these poems to just anyone.