I am not here for Rage I am here because Nancy’s badge needs a form and the form lives in a wing that smells of gravy and cleaner. I am not here for Rage. Laminate. I am not here for Rage. A board with a committee date. A man with a fob who looks at my face as if I have the wrong building. I do. I am not here for Rage. Power is a door closer. I take a ticket. I think of Ed at a stall being polite to strangers while I am polite to a notice. I am not here for Rage. If I ever write about this year I will start with the smell, not the song. The song is easier. The smell is the realm.The song is easier. The smell is the realm.The song is easier. The smell is the realm. RAGE!
