Rage, Rage
“I wish you were dead.”

crushed between a
bedroom door and a
closet –

rage grabs you, spins
you in a circle – now
you are a doll with large
eyes of plaster

hear nothing
see nothing
say nothing

as night draws near
a radiator hisses below
a window –
inside a cage –
a parakeet
rocks on a swing –
without walls where light
has vanished

don’t break her eyes  
don’t shatter the

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