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my anger came back

my anger came back,
the bastard moved into my basement
he wants to tell me my story again

can i be a patient friend,
let him say his peace,
open my hands
like a priest saddled with a self-absorbed parishioner
and say :
tell me about that ¿

i need him to stop his complaining
he had me on the run today
i got nothing done today
i was just jerking around
letting him pull my strings

maybe if i listen
maybe if i can breathe my frustration away
and hear what he has to say
the bastard
will go away

— September 11, 2005


photo: ben wolfe
photo: ben wolfe