overbite

overbite

they sent you out
on the bus,
to fetch a fluorescent tube.

they’d paid for it
over the phone,
so they didn’t have to trust you
with petty cash.

they didn’t know
it’d be too tall for the bus,
and you’d find yourself
forced to consider angles
you weren’t prepared for.

it has a ‘B’ energy rating.
an arbitrary rating
no one really thinks about.
the tube, now poised,
like a javelin at rest.

on the way back to work,
you met someone
whilst carrying your tube.
and
in time,
you became the light of their life.

(or)

on the way back from work,
you got off the bus,
and tripped.
powder white glass
savage dusting
your hand.

and without planning it,
you jumped from a road bridge.

into the strip lights of a motorway.