post the hundred-twenty-second, 2013

take it in your hand.
feel its cold metal surface.
slide your hand down its smoothness.
you realize you're starting to be... excited -
just holding it,
and you try to calm down.
but you feel so... so powerful
just holding it, you feel powerful.
(even though it belongs to your dad.)
and you think how easy it would be
to put it into your backpack
and take it to school.
oh, you'd show donny and that stupid bradley forsont -
you'd show them who's boss.
who's a man.
you'd show them...
then your mom's calling
"suppertime!"
and just like that you're afraid,
can't believe you even have it in your hands,
and you shove it back into the fridge
with the rest of the six pack.
run in from the garage feeling relieved
to eat your macaroni and fish sticks
while watching sponge bob.