every day, to multiple strangers, lovers, family and friends, i must reassert that i am not a child to be fucked with

this is my task.  

i was never taught  
that i was a defend-able argument  
or how to defend  
 
bear with me while i learn the surgery:  
the volume, tone and pace of the cut  
 
yet my grudges pile up so high this evening  
body upon body of  
evidence  
 
and i must turn to this intestine to untie  
why i must be angry  
with no course for attack  
no plan for revenge  
 
it is keeping me awake and unmoving