my grandmother used to spot in us
a hereditary anger
the chest learning to well up
blood learning to leap
and breath learning to crawl
foreheads burning with heat
of little children
the attempt of anger to become disgusting
raging energy that will occupy
every living stream.
nobody wants to hold an angry person
rage drunk, getting bigger and bigger
until other people are invisible like ants
and you can dissolve them in your hot blood
and things around you break and shatter
at this point she would hold. a violent hand shaking her away
Ya I remember my grandmother used to spot it in us as children already
And hold our hand "until you get over your rage I will not let go of your hand"
hold VERY TIGHTLY "I will not leave your hand until you learn how you should calm down"
i would fail despite that gesture
to understand what was happening and i could not receive love at that time because i have so much anger
But the act she is doing is still that of HOLDING