in thick wefts like steam
anger pulls off of you;
you stand stiff, all wet
and seething. fingernails
crescent your palm. teeth
fixed tight together. this
fury waxes indulgent, it
coats the world all red
and sinful, it casts a
sickly flame-shadow.
your sour rage puckers
it all, makes misstep
into malice. the steam fills
the room and i choke
on acrid air. you boil
the morning, you
scream in the rain.