rage across the kitchen

“how do you even think you know me?”

i screamed this across the kitchen,

over counters and beneath

the pots that hung overhead.

“i don’t even talk to you!”

“all i do is eat carrots and wash plates!”

how would you even know

about the complaints

that might float freely in my mind.

so much anger burns to the surface

and hurls itself out of me

and fills the room.

why are you speaking of me

like you know me

when all i’ve ever done

is try to avoid too many words

in the presence of you.

the rage i felt

for this moment

that this person

could possibly

think they knew me

and my heart

and all the darkness

that might live inside.

i swear to the goddess,

above and below and within,

all i ever wanted

was for you to know

that you don’t know me at all.

dishes nearly smashed

yet they never did.

glasses almost cracked

from the piercing wails

of my anger and rage

and utter disdain.

don’t try to tell me

all i ever do is complain

when all i ever do

is refrain.