earmark

I'm so glad to have an angry place to go. Where I can open my mouth and let things flow. Too often I'm interrupted mid-thought, cut short: So I'm more colorful here, after a sloppy retort. I tend to keep up appearances, too often polite: so I twist up my blankets and strangle the night. And I keep mental notes which look more like scratch, my ideas are stillborn, eggs forgetting to hatch. But I won't go back to window-watching, waiting my turn, I am in the thick of it now, and this forest does burn. you don't remember even though you were there, you earmark my heart like you are slicing a pear.