Monday, March 10, 2008


My irritation begins with an itch, just beneath my awareness, something I can’t reach
crawling and
prickling between my shoulder blades
becoming more insistent
the annoyance slides upwards, mischievous as a imp
into the back of my neck, making my hair stand on end-
my ears thrum-
grating creeps upward
anger beginning to heat
the fire
the flame rising, I’m going to explode
with a SHOUT

Everyone flinches: cats, dogs, kids
one dog scurries to the door, tail down, ears back,
eyes on me warily, whites showing
back against the door, willing it open
thoughts full of old pain suddenly remembered

I breathe deep with relief
pressure released
nothing is benign

Rachel Westfall
March 10, 2008

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