Kristen de Kline #230 I didn't want (for Rob. S.)

I didn't
want
the pure
instrument,
the shiny
shoes, her
laughter,
acid rain
dropping through
lower branches
as the hundred
suns caress
still waters

I wanted
to throw
a party
a tantrum
an axe
but by the third turn
I didn't throw doubles
five spaces
I must move forward
write another poem
pay the $50 fine
fall in love (again)
drip hot wax
onto flesh
no longer
just visiting