Rusalka Slawin (11/29/56 / Boston, MA)

New anger came across the dull, brown yard
New anger trotted up the stone steps
New anger rang the bell

Hello new anger
I can come out to play
But I might not be the friend you’re hoping for
I might become undone
Upset

And you will wish you had not asked
Me to be your friend

New anger you had better stay away
Go home new anger
Loneliness is better than remorse