anger? What do I do with this
rage? I’ve been disregarded

as a ***** napkin after you ate, as a left-
over morsel stuck to your plate

before it was scraped
off. That just won’t do! I could

yell; I could scream. I could curdle like
cream. I could bang the pots and pans - cry

unleash the river dam. That just won’t do!
I could quietly hold it in. But quietly I’ve never

been. So, it’s going to come out in some evil
misdeed or whatnot with the greatest

force of ten-thousands elephants riding
the dark horse.