Untitled Anger

I don’t want to write(think) about any of the things my fingers want to write about.

 

 

If you are happy, I am angry.

 

Do you know what anger is?

I haven’t seen it cross your eyes.

I haven’t heard its twang in your heartstrings.

“Must be nice,
Must be nice,
Must be nice…”

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