Restraint

The white wax bakery bag

Plopped on my desk wordlessly waiting

For a moment when I can start breathing again,

And stop seething.

The white wax bakery bag

Crinkles around a croissant

Glazed and filled with clairvoyant understanding.

The word of the day, is restraint, you say?

I know that you could, and you would have a good reason

But don't. Here is a laminated lament for you to sing instead.

Tear through layers of butter and frangipane,

-- A word that tastes as good to say as to eat --

Instead of tearing through the building, burning

it down to start again.

The white wax bakery bag

Crumpled on my desk holding crumbs and rage

The white wax flag of surrender.

The word of the day is restraint, you say?

Fine, but I'll complain the whole time

Through a mouthful of laminated lament

Butter, and fragipane.