All Manner Of Angry Things

The baring of my teeth
in a human and polite way
goes unnoticed
for those with no grasp of subtext

The flailing of my confusion
is masked as a clumsy accident
The waft of papers
settling my nerves

My rising panic lies in
the raising of my eyebrows
Gone and unspotted
if you were looking another way

Despite evolution
Animals get their points across
more effectively than me
I know they’re angry

When their teeth wrap
neatly around my wrist
Not when they walk away

after wishing me a nice day.

Little Ginge x


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