these pages

these pages are angry and jumbled with passive agressive lines of intent. They begin to roughen the hand that slides over them. They suggest the writer take leave and get going with the day, pester the sun instead of its well lined peace. I had promised a lifetime supply of wisdom evolved to bitter thickness layering my tongue and fingers and these lines turn raw with agitation at my pitiful display. I spit me out also--Just as this bound volume disposes of the remnants left by my hand.

Rainy Amber Mullis
2004