ANGRY

ANGRY

I would love someone else to blame.

When things break—when I

break things:  Seedlings, pillars,

the glass top of my desk. 

My worse angels have raggy wings. 

They cackle and spit.

Have mercy on us all. 

I would give up poetry for joy.

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