Anger Gobs

I pulled them out of me by the fistful
And flew them to the pavement they asthmatic
Fell gelatinous and my body was sour grapes
Lifting my breathing becoming difficult and
All the sweaty exhales. I say whoosh whoosh
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh and
How much I’ve come to resent my own whistling
The muscle boney glob
My stares are out into
The spaces of blackness there’s particles
And tiny dustclods out my lungs
The fever around my temple biological
And boiling the way you boil hoppity hoppity hoppity
Boiling, the way the frog melts with every degree
Centigrade into a prince.

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