that momentary frustration
i don’t know if it is you or me in this territorial pissing
it happened again
that momentary frustration
that minor annoyance
and suddenly it starts again
i close my body
like a fist
holding onto the displeasure until it becomes anger
hot infuriated volatile tension
until i am rigid
turned to the wall
and you say
the territorial pissing chameleon that you are
was it this little thing that got you so angry
no
i say
i am just tired
you let this be but it is not true so i say
it is not the thing
the thing is nothing
it is just that i cannot respond
anything i say will be a big thing
too big for the thing
the truth is i have lost my voice
i have no voice
and you lay down
and you go to sleep
or maybe you just lay...