She Is Mad

she is mad because i take in
an insane electrician of the house connections

and yes there are explosions like the fourth of July
short circuits here and there
and the kitchen burns itself

so much go out
i let out what we had stored for years

and then we go out of the house laughing hard
we simply get rid what we do not need and then we become too light
and happier.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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