flames creep up my veins,
sizzle with smothered rage,
and all I ever say is:
what a nice day for a barbecue!
fist clenched and grinning,
I fire up the grill,
and pretend to be tranquil.
Catie Wiley (she/her) is a lesbian poet from Maryland. She likes to juggle fruit in her spare time. She's a poetry reader for the winnow magazine. Find her on twitter @catiewiley.