Something about the engineering of stairwells
makes you want to push someone down one.
Vertebrae snapping against all those
edges straight as rulers. Too violent,
eating salad with forks. Let’s use
our hands, you say. It’d be nice for balsamic
to congeal under my fingernails for once.
When I was in middle school
this popular girl I was obsessed with
watched a PETA video on YouTube
and went vegan, and I told my parents I didn’t
want a hamburger, thank you
or a glass of milk, thank you
and my dad said he read an article about a study that proved pea pods could communicate with one another.
My mom started crying.
Maybe her heart went cold blue
from all those pea pods boiling
on the screaming stove.
She went for a drive.