They choose feelings of anger
because it’s easier than feeling small.
Why sit feeling defenseless,
when they can instead feel scary and tall?
People feel anger like sharks
feel blood in the water. In a frenzy.
Seeing red and hearing less,
they can smell it from a mile away.
I read the other day
92% of people think
they’re much more moral
than most other people.
Do you think they just gloss over
all their minor transgressions
and minor suggestions
they received on how to be nicer?
All I know is I can’t monitor my tone,
and I should probably get better
at picking up the phone,
and I should definitely roll my eyes less.
So many little lessons
I’m so bad at implementation,
but at least now nightly water glasses
don’t crowd either of our nightstands.
I think I started this poem
as some form of self-validation
like thinking I’m worse
somehow makes me better.
At least I remember what
and how it relates
to my conscience.
92% of the time,
I think I’m much worse than I am,
but I really can’t tell
if that puts me with 8% of people.
I fear if I take a break,
I’ll fall off the track for another month.
It’s like I’m a self-help book
repeating myself trying to buy in.
It always starts with screaming
and ends with silence. With all arguments,
Either someone will give up
or voices grow hoarse and both leave angry
All those New Yorkers were born
in a place that bleeds with inspiration.
I can barely be inspired
to remove the linens from my torso.
Are these lines on my hands just
some sort of in-joke the writers made when
creating my character?
High Int, low Wis. No heart line. Long head line.
I thought I was confiding
when I told my brother I was depressed,
but he just said “Oh, we know.”
If you knew, why did you all do nothing?