Wednesday, July 3, 2024

DISLIKE

It's a thrill we feel 
deep in our bones, this 
self-loathing.

For once, we are
at one; for once, we are 
a part of something—

we are part
of the problem; 
we are wolves

in wolves' clothing, 
and we hunt 
our own revulsion—

not with a fury, 
or even 
as a joke, but 

because we're so 
engrossed by 
vulnerability exposed 

that we long 
to catch up 
with our goldbricking souls

and hold them so close
and so tight 
that they choke.