if i only had the nerve.

at this moment, 

i'd like nothing more

than to rush into the kitchen

fling the cupboards open,

crush all of the pasta,

spill all of the beans,

pour the juice into the sink,

throw the cereal away,

give the pretzels to raccoons,

feed the meatstuff to my dog,

fix the tuna for my cat,

set the oatmeal packets on fire,

put the dishes in the garage, 

mash all the potaoes,

donate the cans to charity,

make juice from the apples...

and then pour it in the toilet,

scrub the kitchen floor,

unplug all the tvs,

break all of the windows,

pause

and inhale deeply,

fluff all ten couch pillows,

mix, for myself, some coffee,

fill the rooms with books,

play my summer songs,

lay on the hardwood floor,

and let my mind drift endlessly.

but this is one list i'd better leave alone.

honestly.