Sometimes I get mad at you
Even when you haven't done anything.
I don't know why.
Maybe it's like
my friend who gets mad at her
husband when she dreams him unfaithful
then smacks him awake.
Maybe it's like my mother
blindly taking all her self-loathing
out on the world.
But it just feels like old dusty
sentiment that got stuck
in the back eddy.
Wanted out
Needed a target
and you were simply the closest donut
version 1.0
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