in a pressure cooker

there is something freeing about writing or attempting to write poetry, that is different than writing prose or memoir-y stuff.  i don't use the lines &  messy is good. when i am not worrying about lines it is good, when i allow myself to jump around it is good.
i had a many angry pages because of the boston shit. boston shit and snow on my birthday. and angry isn't freeing, it is stiff and linear. i could have filled pages with fuck. 
atrocities committed by a child the age of my child. 

you blew up toes & tibiae & tendons -
ahh, alliteration in your obliteration,
rhymes in your crimes -
and they say there is no poetry in violence