its in your eyes, the anger growing. i wait i wait.

when you finally pop it’s like a sci-fi explosion,

the ones that are so big they are tiny for an instant,

the whole universe sucking inwards, imploding,

before a mega-tonne shit-storm of blue/white heat

and unapologetic rage hit me like a tsunami of ire.

for a brief moment i think about running, but i know

from bruised sepia flashbacks that to do so would cause

a low-budget chase scene, hurtling through the house

tipping over those inevitable market stalls and stacked boxes

before you finally trip me from behind and i say sorry

and sorry and sorry again.