Hdyaar is not anger. Anger has shape. Teeth. A courtroom.
A voice, low and steady, from the edge of a conversation. You want a reason? Hdyaar.
I could give you a list. Tuesday. The crack in the sidewalk that looked like a spine. The way you said "fine" last August like you were zipping a body bag.
Not the whisper of it. Not the polite, folded-hands version. The full stop. The period that doesn't lead anywhere.
