and passionately tried to thread beads
on a leather string
suddenly a fervent rage overcame me
and i started to fuck the glass balls
with a cord too thick for any such hole
i screamed beneath my breath so as not to
wake belle, and punched the sides of my head
like an angry gorilla during heat
be it the lack of cooperation,
stress, or old perfectionist tendencies,
but i had cracked, made a slave to a handful of glass
that was when i knew
i needed less wine, more structure
and an art project that didn't require nimble fingers.
