Mad Sometimes

We all get mad,
     we all get a little
     mad sometime. 

Hashing thoughts
     in our searing skillets. 

You can sit down
     but they won't let you work. 

We all get mad. 

Senile or angry:
          is it raining?

She will never
     open the curtains,
     don't even try. 

The salt shaker
     sprinkles red pepper flakes. 

She's vegan again,
     she posted about it. 

Get him another coffee,
     the cup flat-lined
     like a frozen pond. 

I'm still a little
          mad sometimes.
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