Anguish

There’s leftovers in the fridge
Coffee on the grocery list
The show starts at 3,
Make sure to pick up the kids
A wolf like epiphany
And it’s whoops! I’m
Carried down from the clouds
Like slow lightning
There is a misery to happiness.

I want to shout at the sun to come down
And fight me man to man
I want to open your heaving chest up
And lay inside you
Cradled like a nuclear bomb
Transformed into pure redness

But all I have is a pocketful
Of cracked marbles
And this detention note
For talking out in class.