To see in red, to lose control.
May. 25th, 2025 07:43 pmHere's the full poem, which I worked hard to format with html.
Mookie Katigbak-Lacuesta, "Temper/7 Down"
Hellions in your novels balled fists Inside trouser pockets. You never let A belt lick welts on a child's thigh. | ||
Barroom rakes, at the slightest libel Dream of triggers and knives. You never put a wife in place | ||
With a shake or a sharp word. Stones were paperweights for Memos. Knives were cameos | ||
Mounted on walls or tucked In a safe. And pity the man You would not hate, him you'd | ||
Consecrate with your indifference. Best was how you taught a child To spit her rage like a catcher | ||
To his mitt, and hurl with all Her bile and length, Neither glass nor stone, | ||
Only the brittle shells Of eggs her throw Broke against the wall. | ||
Temper: to see in red, To lose control. But also This: to curb, to hold. |
I made a Justice in the Dark gifset based on the last three lines:

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