57) Explanations

You mistook sex for architecture and climbed a ladder inside her
to examine a cornice. You found a glass box packed with feathers
and ashes. It fell from your fingers and shattered. You fell after it.
You cracked your back. You made her mad. She turned into water
and that's why the tanker went down with all the hands. The feathers
flew to Ecuador and that's why the Pope got shot. You kept the
ashes, and that's why this morning the tress are full of arsonists
and you'll wake up with a red-handled hatchet perched in your
fist like a bird.

---Joel Brouwer