We were picking apples
and reaching for a Rome with my grasping stick
I must have grazed you
I’m not sure how; my eyes were on the apple

Someone else might’ve been surprised
That such a small tap could turn a ten year old boy
Into a piñata of rage… Read the rest

It was a small gift box, with a note on it that read, “For the man who has everything — except this.”

And so, mildly intrigued, expecting not much more than a play on words, he opened it up and found a little blue jar labeled:  Extreme Salve – … Read the rest