Pot Belly
lean in close
closer
let me whisper the secret no one can hear
the one buried deep under
good home training and good girl conditioning
Masked by a lacquer of Christian kindness
Sits my burning secret
Are you ready
Here it comes
I can’t stand people
Wait a minute
Let me explain
I’m a nice person
Holding open doors
writing thank you cards
I recycle
yet
My angry embers are
banked in my heart
I treat others how I want to be treated
Always return my shopping cart to the corral
And when someone else’s misplaced rage
Barrels into me with grace I forgive
knowing I don’t know their story
Knowing that no one knows mine
So
I glow red hot near translucent
Shush this is just between us