Is it when you see

the sharp glint shining

along the sharp knife’s blade?

Is it when you see

a pained grimace on the other’s face

and how you’ve aged them?

How about when you just missed

stubbing your toe and saw the next person who didn’t?
Are you contented?

Or is it when you forced someone off the road by tailgating them,

satisfied, by tailgating them?

©️December 2024 Much Love, Deb Poems