and I'm angry at myself
for getting angry again
just another piss-off
marring the day
kicking my house down
creepo-breathing into
my ear
a moist voice slithers
inside me
while tied to the chair
of resentment
wrangling the last
stallions
from the endless
prairie
here comes the wild
fire
hands like old orange
peels
shoveling coals into
the blaze
rage as high art
strangled, gutted,
a broken-toothed angry
anger
angering the angels of
heaven
maybe that makes us even
one fingernail at a time
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