You make me want to scream until my vocal cords snap
Bang pots and pans and wake up the neighbors
Set off alarms and sirens
Swallow all the pills: the red ones and the blue ones
Get drunk in the middle of the morning
You make me want to do drugs
You make me want to kick puppies
Punch teddy bears in the face
Slash tires and break lawn ornaments
Destroy mailboxes with a baseball bat
You make me 32 flavors of angry
50 shades of pissed off
101 types of annoyed
And sometimes I itch when I think of you
Both arms move every which way with fingers extending
But it’s the one place I can’t reach by myself
You make me want to kiss you
Hard.
Sarah Beth Kaye is a contributor for the Rutgers Review.