I Was Very Angry

By Emily Hunt

I paused to enjoy the view

I began again
I tore myself in half

the air was dropping
rain into a black hole
and God was scared too

he rolled the windows up

I screamed

no one for miles in the American painting turned a head

I held my sleeve I screamed again and felt no different in the dream a tiny rock
rolled down a crevice
also silt
felt like sand amassing

feels like I feel moving as I note
sweet grasses gently everywhere
the lack below my feet

as I enter yet another
McDonald's by the sea

I think about when it was gone
and night sat on this lot, stored its stars here breathing

I eat the salt, I plummet
into memory where I find
memory is sick of me
and I remember reality

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