You feel bad when annoyed
By happy people doing nothing
But making all the noises
You would make too, if happy.
Especially with company,
Another person to pitch and receive
Yells and snorts over a table
While others eat and read papers.
But this morning I have rights
To anger and annoyance,
Like kneeling next to a fat pilgrim
Who blocks out a stained glass window,
A gang of smiles fences in the sight
Of a woman, hair beautifully tussled,
Fresh out of bed and drinking
Street black coffee through her full lips.
Ben is a twenty five year old writer currently living in Arlington, Virginia. His work has appeared in Perigee Magazine, Red Fez, One Ghana One Voice, Caper Literary Journal, Quail Bell Magazine, Elimae, Super Arrow, Grey Sparrow Journal, Pear Noir, Rabbit Catastrophe Review, and Yes Poetry. Recently, a chapbook of his Common Symptoms of an Enduring Chill Explained, was been published by Folded Word Press. He maintains a blog at mirrorsponge.blogspot.com and is woking to publish his first novel.
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