my anger is sunlight made red by the
smoke of a prairie fire simmering
in the air between us as you spew lies
and hatred of things you don’t understand
my hands are warming as I sit on them
they’re uncomfortable, fists. you don’t notice
I can taste the red in front of me, fire.
you ramble on, I don’t stop you I let
you reveal yourself word by word your
pretty hair turns dull and your cheeks sallow
Piss-coloured roses, ugliness incarnate
I watch your lips flap in your own wind
How I ever came to think well of you
How dare you come into my house and say
You want to kill my friends for protesting
And call my mother’s family savage
As though savages are not self-made but
born, and you pretend I’m different
Stay a bit longer why don’t you and see
just how savage I can be
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