i want you to explain this
strange loop
explain to me
why they only eat raspberries and oats
with honey, with the inhumane
delight of stepping over the frozen dead
there’s a novel to be written
of their adamant denial of any inadequacy
explain to me
why they only display superficial
pleasantry when i compliment their
extravagant jacket from d. nolo
there’s a novel to be written
of my unending disdain at their apathy
explain to me
why they cry from afar but keep a
wide berth from anyone with a different
skin color, a different dialect, another class
there’s a novel to be written
of how much i wanna scream into their mouths
such eloquent savagery
they pierce me at the sides
when the line i’m walking
curves
and such exquisite blood is
collected and filtered to repaint
the median lines on north first street
