Emotions
I
His anger was a strained yellow wire.
You leapt into it thinking to snap it,
But it flung you off silently.
II
Her happiness was too apparent—
Pleasant flesh in which you sensed heavy blood-clots.
III
Veering, weary birds were her hatreds.
They rested on you for years,
Then circled away, still weary.
IV
Her sorrows were clumsy, black bandages
Which seemed to hide wide wounds,
But only covered scratches.