7.14.18
we pass on catty words —
that’s how we make friends,
see?
my hate is similar to your hate.
we sigh and breathe insults
at those we love or even better:
leave a gust of silence so still
it leaves puckered red marks
circling
our throats.
we have mouths that speak these
heavy words, and we become these
gory beasts instead of the gods
we think we are.
Here’s my useless energy. I’m passing it onto you.
