There was an explosion at my house today
A paperbag of trash
Waiting to go to the dumpster
Unbeknownst to me
Contained a lethal combination
Wet paper towels
And two unopened over-fermented bottles of kombucha.

I was rushing.
I grabbed the bag
I saw the bottles heading
Out of the bottom of the soggy bag
Together they hit the tiled floor
The bang was like a gunshot
The glass detonated, shattered, Flew all around the room
I felt pain
I saw blood pouring into my blue suede shoes
The same ones that a few years ago
Had withstood the humiliation
Of stepping into vomit from my brand-new car.

I picked the glass out of my leg
And I looked for the lesson.

I am blessed and protected
I could have lost an eye.
Paper bags are fragile?
We all make mistakes?
I should’ve emptied the bottles?
I should never pick up a bag that I haven’t filled myself?
Or is it just that
Home-made kombucha is dangerous.