Little Things Explode

Little things explode
no sparks, no flame
just a colorless small puff
of dirty smoke
a tiny fingernail screech
the nearly imperceptible smell
of burning synthetics

Little things nobody’s mesmerized by ―
technicalities of 15-minute breaks (legal, ethical)
blunt edges of an extra paper
on the desk, the textureless pull
of one more meeting

Here and there between them
atoms collide,
unavoidable friction heats
uninteresting surfaces
small unbeautiful explosions
burn a few brain cells
singe a few arm hairs
and must be gently