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White Heat


Feel my
pulse,
just do it,
fast, fast,
cover
electricity,
invisible
nerves.

I am not angry.

When
I am
back-breaking
mad
you will
feel the
white heat of
my chaos.

I am all now,
and yes,
not enraged—

somewhat
wacky,
but as an
albino rabbit,
benign.