Air-Conditioned Battle on Carpet

From Unpredictable Hue, 2019.

Air-Conditioned Battle on Carpet

One two three
pterodactyl. Four
five six bites
my head off
razor-sharp name-calling teeth
at work. I judge it

seven eight
angry nine soon ten.
I strike hard
hands and feet
with claws out. The old reptile
scurries to her desk.

(shadorma chain)

2 thoughts on “Air-Conditioned Battle on Carpet

  1. Oh goodness. I love the metaphors and word choice in this poem. So vivid and striking. I worked with a woman who was just like the reptilian pterodactyl type you describe. Thankfully she was in a different department to me so I could limit my interactions with her.

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