22 May 1993
What about your anger she said
Clipboard angled, biro poised
What makes you angry?
Jeez – I thought – that would need years Rational or irrational rage, I said – I like even saying rage – Buying time.
Irrational she supposed, thrown
The rational tap I could never stop
But irrational – I was silent.
What about your dreams then? Ah ...
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