trying to find the corner in a circular room

I threw a packet of dirty
bread rolls at the wall tonight
dirty because my child stole them
and emptied them on the floor
to play with like wheaty squishies

We don't have much food
and I reached the end of my patience
with the kind of unhinged scream
that should be reserved for series issues

In the grand scheme of things
this is nothing
but in the day to day struggles
this was the culmination of everything
I can't control

And the worst part is
that vocal retching didn't help
it didn't free me
it didn't make dinner magically
fucking fix itself

It didn't reduce the stress that's been
building
and
building
and
building
until...

I threw a packet of dirty
bread rolls at the wall tonight