How can this rage not explode? Her eyes
looking but  not seeing, glued yet
wandering.  She’s everywhere, she’s
nowhere, seeking refuge where
I don’t exist or where I
am dead or just a twig  she feeds
to the flame, blue with her
wrath. She has mastered the contours of
my anger and I still ***** along
the fence of  her defense. Isn’t silence
sweet?  Why  then the muteness  
my voice has summoned deafens  me
now? Where is the shore of this howling
sea of  reticence? How can a clever  
plan fail? – trap her in a minor
encounter.  Squeeze out from her
throat a meow to unlock her
lies, and trigger the torrent of dia-
tribes I have long nurtured.  But how
can I  bear her empty stare?  Her
frozen gaze that sets me ablaze?