Poem Twenty-Seven

 

Aggravation

 

One thing goes wrong and everything else

seems to follow suit. I can’t seem to get away.

Once I’m annoyed, I stay annoyed. The smallest

irritants that shouldn’t cause me any grief just add

to the rolling ball of exasperation that is building up

in my stomach. The only way to dissolve the frustration

is to have something go right, and then something else

go right. This pattern has to continue until I’m back

to my normal self or the fury starts to rise again,

unabated. It just does not seem all that fair.

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