Leave It Alone

Some of us have a place where we keep the stuff.

The rage, from all the better

From all the injustice

From all the victimization

From all the brutality

Shrinks and aunts think we should open it up

This box of rage

“It’s better to confront it…”

Would they say that if they knew?

If they knew what we kept there?

Would they help us slit a throat?

Would they help us burn something down?

They’re all in at the annual family dinner

Or for 50 minutes once a week

When the heavy lifting starts

When we need to bury a body

It will only be us

And then we’ll just start filling the box again

© Glenn R Keller 2022, All Rights Reserved

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