enough sleep, which is often.
Then I lose my sense of humor.)
I’m compassionate.
(Except when someone
acts like a complete idiot.
Especially in my face.)
I’m understanding.
(Except when it means I can’t
have my way, so I try to avoid
people who won’t let me have it.)
I’m kind.
(Except for those days
when, for no apparent reason,
&
nbsp; I hate pretty much everyone.)
I’VE GOT A LITTLE PROBLEM
And I’m not really sure
how to fix it. Not really sure
I need to. Not really sure I could.
Life is pretty good. But once
in a while, uninvited and
uninitiated, anger invades me.
It starts, a tiny gnaw
at the back of my brain. Like
a migraine, except without pain.
They say headaches
blossom, but this isn’t so
much a blooming as a bleeding.
Irritation bleeds into
rage, seethes into fury.