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The Holidays
awoken in anger
which lingers as the days move on
it was your imagined laughter
that brought it on
exchanges of false generosity
to boost our egos
assuage our guilt
and used to braid a rope manipulation to tether us to one another
useless things
like t-shirts and apologies
promises to cease making the mistakes
we've never figured out how to stop making
and a sense of superiority
and justification for the anger
I want to unleash
over every neglected thing
I hyper fixate on
while ignoring the call of growth
to avoid the pain of learning
a sense of wonder
smashing into a lack of interest
when I was told
your crying sounds like laughter
