- Vol. 05
- Chapter 08
Image by Sharon McCutcheon
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.