worked up over nothing

yesterday, you were angry
and i couldnít tell why,
but, you kept saying even
normal things in loud tones
like on the other end
of the phone line, you were
brushing your hand through your hair
and steam was pouring out from your nostrils.
At first, I tried to calm you down
and tell you that nothing was
worth all of this rage, but somehow
you kept going.
(I guess you didnít agree)
and I went to sleep last night
thinking about how angry
your dreams must be and how
much I wish they werenít.

2004-10-22 | 12:36 p.m.
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