My anger
Is a face
(See?)
My eyes shine
My voice is like a NPR voice
It buys hours
And access
It pays the bills
It tells stories
My shoes and my heart
aren't yours
Don't touch them
ever
My anger
My anger
My anger
Is all of these
Is none of these
Is none of these
None of you
might know
None of you
think
But me me me
Nothing like me
Like greed
Like hoarded (?)
Captives
A great pungent hate
Bottled in factories
In penicillin factories
In the smell of lilacs






