Car troubles

Just realized I have a lot of poetry I haven’t put on here so. Here we go.


Your anger,
like red paint on bare soles

I never saw your feet until that day

kicked up your heels I guess.

wonder if that’s a rush for you the way
it is for me.

Maybe not.

Screaming at your steering wheel
is not the same as
pouring your words
over someone’s head

like cinderblocks.