is that not why we fold pieces of gum into the neat underbellies of tables, stomp up silent stairs, slam arrogant doors, push back nonchalant chairs?
And is that not why we bury half finished cigarettes, stained from lips and ashed from the careless shakes of wrists?
Or throw empty bottles as far as our arms allow - so the satisfying clinks can reassure us of those other things as broken as our lives (and sometimes hearts)