Fist

I wanted to put my fist through that damned computer screen,

the window, the TV, the door but, most of all

through the glorious abundance of her hair, and pull her to me

while I clenched my fists around the beloved curls that held me

trapped in blessed bondage like a grateful, slobbering dog.

First published in Reach

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