jarring

twisted around like
the lid on the neck
of some half empty jar
from the back of the fridge
and the hands just can't
make it work, can't get
a grip that works,
only a grip that
sends signals
like red and white flashes
at the back of the eyes
as the wrenching motion
grinds flesh
to bone
and you know
it only spells bruise
under
the glowing red