Calamity

There is calm in calamity
the way there's a pip in an olive
lodged right in the middle,
felt at only when bitten into.

When I'm sick

When I'm sick
my mind is at its sharpest in math

calculating distances without touching
 on the times I shivered like a leaf

near the black board with the thought
that a pit of numbers will take me down

my dreams are different now
they are closer to touch

salty on my tongue
yet it remains a sharp brain in math

and a poor lung.

Things to do with anger 1

of the things you can do with your anger 

is make a ball of paper 

throw it out in the nearest bin 

rejection

Discarded are the hours
you never slept
judged by a mysterious hand