2011-09-21T23:39:23-07:00September 21st, 2011|Musings on life|

The opposite of fainting

The anger shovels
at my insides
this is the opposite
of fainting
this is boiling over.

I swat at my own chest
trying to wipe off
this festering mood
as if it is an infestation
of ants.

I should go for a walk
write a letter
I won’t send
but instead my son wakes up
and I dance him
a deranged waltz
around our dining room.

He slaps his little hands against my cheeks
and squeals with delight
I turn the music up 
and we dance and dance
until the anger
is obedient

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