When you wake up angry, what do you do?
Start ripping the cosmos apart?
Tear it to shreds that will never reconstitute
into the least usability? Burn up the chart
that sets out the location of everything
you had once loved, valued, cherished?
Make plans to make everything living wish
it wasn’t here? – then see that it perished?
When I wake up angry, I draw.
Eventually I declaw.