at the party
on rising too quickly
when i am angry
the tall survivor
red moon
mudslide (3/22)
stumpy teeth love(8/01)
Poems I wrote in Korea(8/01)
the rhyming bastards (poetry group, with new poems after each meeting)
more of the rhyming bastards
rhyming b's1/03
my san fran poets
acrostic... 4th grade
acrostic... 1,2, 3rd grades
poems emailed to me

When I am Angry

When I am angry
I stab a newspaper with Mom's ironwork scissors.
What do you do?

Tonight I ate lead and drank honeysuckle wine.
These trapped all of my meanness inside of me,
wrapping all my spikes inside three layers of tired blubber.

Do you pedal through your anger like a bicyclist at night,
with orange deflectors wrapped around your arms
to let everyone know you are there?

I strip myself of warnings and let the New Moon seep into me
so that a taxi driver could run right through me and not know
until he awoke screaming from a dream of blood and mud and pale face.

When I am angry
I rape the page with my pen.
What do you do?

-Betina Hershey, 9/2000