which prompts an explosion of fantasies
berating and belittling the stranger
tripping him, kicking the offending kneecap
lunging across the train car
eyes bulging, grasping his coat lapels
thrusting my maw at him, teeth bared and grinning
screaming and spitting into his face
screaming and spitting into his face
roaring, that he and the other passengers might know fear
the visions pass, recede, and I do nothing
sit in silence, patiently waiting for my stop
the anger gone but never vanquished.
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