I must parse the sentence of my sadness,
diagram despair.
I must break my anger into parts of speech:
the nouns of nothing I can do or say,
the verbs of ruin, participles
raging through my fevered nights.
I must find a stronger subject for my verbs,
disrupt the syntax of protracted fear.
I must place my anger in subordination,
possess the grammar of my own recovery,
find my predicate, someone gladly
to complete my transitive, hungry verbs.