occasionally
i cross paths
with other human beings
who poke themselves
on my barbed wire
and run away
occasionally
they wave
but never stay
for chit chat
or tea
or snackies
occasionally
they say things
to me
but they have to toss them
over my
electric fence
occasionally
the mailman snarls
I dont know why
I dont have a dog
even the dog
ran away
occasionally
I think about them all
and realize
of course they dont stay
the floor is covered with tacks
and the air could burn through concrete
I wouldnt stay either
if it werent my house.
Author notes
Old poem about how self-loathing festers into generalized loathing of everything.
was actually written almost 6 years ago.
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