sometimes words are bricks
i throw at your window
when the message of the pebble would have been enough.
today the glass frame itself busted out
and we were left speaking
with nothing between us 
but spit and dust.
it's hard not to laugh
when your angriest moment
is confronted 
by hush puppy eyes
and every single thing you love.
but hold on we must -
to our little swords - 
our bayonets, our rightness.
god forbid in the moment
we remember what matters.