Rage

What rage will crash through
The four-lock apartment door this time?

Two minutes late. A missing sock.
Dinner that didn’t quite “hit the spot.”

Everything is dumped on me
Like old soggy laundry in a bin.

The perfect angel who could do no wrong
Administers the white hot wrath of justice,

One fistful at a time.

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