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I Gave You
I expel my complaints in clouds of black ink
determine to blind with my helpless anger. The ink
floats around me in a cloud, obscures the view
of the sink full of dishes, the bills stacked on the table
toys that refuse to move from where they were droppedmessy handprints on everything. I long
to escape through the drain, through the tiny cracks in the floor tile,
slither behind the stove where the mice make noise
find freedom in the dark parts of the yard
beneath the floorboards of the basement.
