I laid down the spank today, allowing my indignation to spontaneously combust. I exploded & so did he, backfiring.
My flame fired up appropriately ~ something didn’t sit quite well, was unethical, insensitive or just plain ignorant & I refused to douse
exceptions even now, although I risked being scorched ~ my truth, just too damn hot to handle, those nerves, just too damn uncomfortable; neuron’s,
doing some sort of defensive martial arts’ move off the back of a band wagon, straight into the proverbial bonfire; my face, red
eyes burning embers, boring into the heart of the matter, without blinking once.
My flame, extinguished in the end but it wasn’t all for nothing & I wasn’t inebriated, so I guess there was no excuse to offer up. I also refuse,
to apologise for my inner bitch. She will always lay down the spank & attempt to ignite your bright sparks, while you listen & learn.
You know it works both ways. I’d happily lie ~ across your knees while you give me a serve.
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