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i just can't tell

Posted to Action Poetry

there is no discernable line
between my rejections
and my anger.

one spawns the other,
wombs entertwining,
spawn giving spawn
giving spawn.

words tumbling from the mouth,
syllabuls forming lips
and wagging tounges
too obscene for our
comfort and afternoon likings.

i can't find the subtlties
between the shades of red
crowning my clenched fists,

between anger
and rejection
i find a hidden sorrow,
boiling hot like righteous indignation.