Anger

Aaron Belz

I looked in the mirror
and liked what I saw.

I thought, if I could bottle this,
I would be a rich man.

I did bottle it
and set up a stand

in front of my house.
A dwarf walked up.

“How much?”
he asked.

I turned my face away from him.
“You could never afford it.”

“Oh yeah?”
he raised his eyebrows.

“Three dollars,”
I said.

He shook his head
and walked away.