Anger (Fuck Me Too)

Your voice raises
two octaves
twenty decibels,
grown fur, spastic claws, a bend for
destruction

makes it’s flash move for me
diving loop, twisting,
piercing gap between eye and bone
to get at the meat

starts to dig nails in,
ripping into soft rippled tissue…

the part of me
that wants to argue

I bristle
before it’s voracious onslaught
it’s humming breath

while complex flesh, shredded,
falls like ash
to bury my ankles

I feel the collapsed mind go,
a red sheet
across undiscerning eyes
and I let fly

“well, fuck you”

highest thought possible
while disrupted cells, cerebral fluid
leaks through my upper reasoning

“well, fuck me too”

This is not how I wanted
to start virgin day

rather…

we should be wrapped
in muted blankets,
serpentine
devouring each in flush
lazing in armchair bliss
before wide, ice encrusted
sliding glass door
watching snowflakes
chase each other earthward
to melt on
concrete