Chrysanthemum

Anger is easier

Boils in the frontal lobes

Sweeps you up slowly

Come with me

She says

Sheds hair like a

Lion in a two room apartment

Slings up a shoddy

Excuse for aesthetic

And calls it religion

Too static to ever be

Oceanic instead

Dips bent toes in the tide-pools

Over and over

Like life could just sink in

Under each nail

Each dead deposit that always

Bounces back

Anger is easy

Sticks to soft spots

Sand from the seashore to

Skin and soft elastic

Buffs down molars

In trying to find the

Perfect body it

Starts with the teeth.

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