Ow
I said
(again) as glass
in hand - a bottle,
thick, impervious
and huge, of spirits
strong - and consequently
done no wrong - impacted
on the cupboard hard.
I lifted up, and BANG
it jarred. Swept from
its rightful place
to bang!
This Tanqueray
did not quite fit
in space-swept hang
it was the angle of my hand
and in the wrist, I think
misplanned or underseen.
An oversight.
So I said "Ow!"
It seemed like ow.
It sounded ow.
I spoke for it!
It felt alright.
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