so i furrow my brows and keep going.

an anadiplosis piece about being angry.

Photo by IsaaK Alexandre KaRslian on Unsplash

i pressed play on a movie

this afternoon and i stepped

into my kitchen.

i stepped into my kitchen

and i listened to the intro

of the movie as it resounded

in the living room.

as it resounded in the

living room, the narrator listed

a few tragedies the audience may

have experienced — death, disease,

divorce — and i furrowed my brows.

i furrowed my brows because

i could relate to them all,

and it made me angry.

it made me angry because

i thought about how little space

to breathe i’ve received.

i’ve received more hurdles

than i care to jump over,

but i keep going.

i keep going, but sometimes

i wish i could stop for a minute,

but i can’t, and i’m angry,

so i furrow my brows

and i keep going.

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