Waves are crashing against the rocks
in my stomach,
and the frogs keep getting stuck
in my throat,
after I process the thought
before I speak it
the frogs are there.
Butterflies flutter above the waves 
and even dare to dance 
near Mr. Frog,
Knowing this jungle is inside me
and not knowing how to stop it
from making me explode...
What would he do if I tore out
the frogs 
the waves
the rocks
the butterflies
and threw them in his face--
maybe then he'd stop 
yelling.