Here’s my worst. Sift through

The remnants of any redeemable trait.

In frustration or for entertainment. Yet

You are here dismantling by the second

Through careful movements yet secretly hoping

For an explosion, a chance for the satisfying

sigh of “I told you so.” Only you would

Unbox complex equipment without flipping

through the instructions and curse when the parts

unravel at the slightest fluctuations.

My turn to say, “I told you so.”