I am perplexed by your ability to ignite such rage with in me.

See you speak and I  hear nothing but white hot anger well.

and You slow your voice and the drippings hit the floor.

Hit the floor like me, every time you raised your hand.

I remember the feeling, I can conjure the day

They way you would throw fists in my face

Really swept me away.

The way you would lose all control
all proportion, all authority.

She hit me again, I am trembling.

She tried to hug me this morning and I


fell to the ground in fear.
I flinch like a dog whose seen to many

back hands, guitar straps, branches from the fallen tree.
To many arthritic swollen fists swinging toward me.

This dog has heard one to many times

"I ******* HATE YOU" from the breast who fed it.