Angry Crafts
Blue, yellow, crooked frame
Chunks of rocks
Broken glass
My angry crafts

Piece my death in letters of gold
On the chairs in fake pink snow
Make this show the envy of all
By filling it with angry crafts

Strips of cloth thrown in a bucket
Bad words typed on plywood squares
Crooked lines sewn on black felt cushions
Bitter crayons
Scroll-on wicker chairs:
These are my angry crafts

Not cute
Not fluffy
Live, love, laugh
Run over by angry crafts
Not sold in stores in the crippled aisle
By the Chenille stems and the Gromit hammers
Rich spoiled women
Making pretty dead things
And wishing for angry crafts

My angry crafts