She brushes you off with a hand gesture –
you aren’t even worth the few syllables
it would take to tell you to go away.
And anger rises like bubbling lava before
impending explosion. You need more.
Her face distorts in your mind as you imagine
it reddening and blackening from your punches.
Still, it never happens – fingers clench pointlessly
but you ignore the angry pounding of vengeful heart
and walk on, as always.