Umbrage
  
  
 Drat! 
  
 I thought I had got rid of this, but here 
 it is in my pocket, a small
 sticky ball,

 this inert, charred bolus
 of fetid emotions, unsightly feeling
 of being affronted.
  
 Some days, just in case, 
 I used to take it with me, but tight-zipped.
 Snapped. Furled. 
  
 And then, I really thought I had dropped it,
 just let it go. But 
 it turns out
  
 NO!
  
  
 Leslie Schultz