2 Jan 2022

At times an explosive anger billows out of some hidden chest chimney — so much anger it worries me. But how could I expect it? Where could I direct it? I fantasize about throwing it downwind, into the night, onto a passerby. Please don’t blow back at me. Let me have a moment alone.

The doorway of a bar glows at night, lit by a red neon sign in the shape of a moon and an exit sign

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