(view the booklet/zine I made for this poem)

my mom says my friends will
some day be angry at me

for now, I watch their
anger from the sidelines

but that will change,
she tells me

I want to be happy.
I want everyone to be happy.

anger is sad;
I live in avoidance (of it)

it’s nobody’s fault,
but I dread the day
we are truly angry
at each other.