>> Yesterday, at work, I started getting this huge fever blister.
I asked a friend of mine, what am I going to do about this thing?
So he says, oh, don't worry about it.
That's just the meanness coming out.
Thought about that for a while and I think sometimes people who write poetry,
they realize that there is a lot more that comes out besides meanness when they write poems.
For example in many of mine, maybe a lot of anger.
I read the poem, I say, oh, there's another one with a lot of anger in it.
But, you know, it's just the meanness coming out.
What can you do?
The next one is called Stone.
Your ears feared your heart's beat.
They cut off your head.
You feared spaces between fingers.
Toes, they cut off hands.
Feet, in the beds of small rivers may lie whole seas of anger in one stone.