AGUE

why am I raging inside,
why the mindless fury?

because a cousin –
whom I detest –
wheedled a weekend, where mother
allots her my newly-gleaned room.

I am disturbed – no other –
cramped in a camp bed
in the box room.
I bet she intends to freeload.

why am I so incensed?

I'm no Madame Curie,
but I can sense the radiation
of a con.

yet just me that’s perturbed.

oh brother. the first sign …
and she hits the road …
literally.

meanwhile
I feel like I’m
                melt
               in
                  g.