slow, very slow to anger

i'm slow

to anger, maybe too slow.

i'm a turtle

when it comes to anger.

i used to look over at the 

now ex-wife,

tipsy again

from going to happy

hour

with her friends

and cringe.

i'd stare at her

bags from Norstrom

on the floor.

i wanted 

to say something to her,

to let

her have it,

and tell her something

like, why don't you get

a job.

but i didn't.

i need something bigger.

at some point

while she slept like a baby,

i needed to look

into her phone.