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