
You thought you’d show them
how anger leaves the body like a cloud of pigeons taking flight. How boredom lifts in the study of downy mint leaf laid on the tongue. How despair isn't permanent, slides by like a log carried downstream. Shame burns out in the arms of someone who hears you. After fear there are soft resting places, yellow lamplight shining in a mind of tucked-in corners. You didn't know you'd burst with their feelings, come to each as though for your first time.