angst cycle (iii)
[ƚ] (i)

the anger’s still lava
i walked from the metro today
muttering to myself
unfortunately that’s not uncommon

some poor woman
walked like an idiot
side to side across the pavement

i think she heard me curse her
as i tried to pass
under my breath

i don’t think
her choice of shoes
helped

they were the silver
of duct tape





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