little Red

little red-hot anger,
I see you
all scrunched-eyes
and pendulum swing
volcano-scorch-dirge
you make me sweltery
at my neck
itchy
pin-prickle

seethe in your cave
in the corner
engulf
or
release the
pent-up-mess-of-it
your torrent
[like a kombucho lid]
tell it like it is
just
sayitsayitsayit
one-by-one inch mosaic-tiles-worth-at-a-time

deep breath this time.

your heart won’t race.

your insides shred to mush.

articulate your heart
steadfastly,
and calmly

Instead.