A is for Anger

I hide my anger. Sometimes I can feel it in my stomach,
working its way up my throat.
Sometimes I even taste anger when it reaches my tongue,
but I swallow it back whole, making sure to never
regurgitate my anger in front of anyone.
Instead I wait.
Wait till I’m back in the privacy of my own home and use my
blue pen to release my anger and vomit
all over my spiral notebook.