Angry at old women
whispering their racist views
in the checkout line at the store.
Angry at myself
for putting my head in my hands
while listening to them.
Angry that I did nothing
because of bone fatigue
and a fear of my own harshness.
Angry again, switched to
default position: impotent
anger. I put my head
back into my hands and weep
that what I am, I despise
and what I despise most, I have become.
Dark Matter 