oh.four
originally written 10.07.02

a jar sits on the table
able to entertain
for thousands and thousands of words it contains
millions of letters and punctuations populate it like grains
of salt in a shaker
the words of its maker
waiting to burst
which word will come out first?
feeling my best
feeling my heart pounding against my chest
i take my hammer
without second thought or a stammer
i slam it against the jar
the shards of glass go far
but not as far as the verbs, adjectives, and nouns
but even further something else was found
worldwide, across all the oceans
the world saw my emotions.