Wednesday, January 23, 2013

anger

on the bus
you refused to let me pass

defiant
your face so full
your mouth biled up
rising, rising.

shouting.


stillness inside me.
present but not hurt.
i saw you.
i saw you did not see me.

every hurt and indignity suffered you blurred into me.

okay anger.
follow me out of this
man
into the cold

and
leave
him
be.