Anger...it flashes in spots before my eyes like fireflies on a hot summer night. There...then it's gone. But not really gone - it just moves, darting camouflage, seemingly benign. What if they all lit up at once? Could they light up the night like a living flash of lightning? If anger could blaze, ignite, heat up the night, no one would ever be cold again. It isn't temperature...It's feeling - reeling - too long, to oft concealing it from myself as if I have no right to feel it, own it, hold it, embrace it, let it be part of me....Not all of me - just a part