In Anger - Peter Seiler

In Anger

i.
There was a fly buzzing
Around my head.
I struck out so ferociously,
But missed.
How I wanted it dead.

ii.
Down, empty, the flask drained
Into her throat.
She didn’t want to hear anymore,
Or see.
He’d had sex with somebody else.

iii.
Sixth hour, chilly waking, the house
Was a wreck.
It was not to be cleaned,
By me,
Not this time.