fire

There is this flare of anger.

Liz P told me that she used to pick fights with Ricky before he went on tour. It was like clockwork. It’d culminate in a fight before he left. She said it was so she didn’t miss him when he was gone.

Maybe that’s what this is about. When the anger burns itself out, maybe the feeling will be gone too. So, maybe I stoke it. Come up with reasons to hate. There is power in that.

Found a photograph. Ripped it into pieces, and burned each piece in turn.

I don’t feel any better.

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