Category: poetry

• my cup is small.

  i used to think
  it was big enough
  for me,
  that i could fit
  just what i have,
  which is really all i need.
  
  frequently, i find
  my cup half-full
  when i wake up,
  but it’s like tar
  and i can’t pour it out
  quite fast enough.
  
  then they came
  to pour and pour
  their whole mess into me
  until it all flows over –
  just more for me to clean.
  
  and when the crisis settles,
  it’s filled beyond the brim,
  but somehow they won’t stop trying
  to squeeze a few drops in.
  
  some days,
  it’s clean and full,
  so i might offer you a sip,
  but then you drain it all,
  leaving not a drop to drip
  upon my thirsty tongue
  or weary soul
  until i slowly slip
  through the giant hole
  in my tiny cup
  that you will never
  fill back up.

• vicious

  

• 2-22-25

  I could forgive all you were
  if it’d change who you are,
  but I know it won’t,
  so I can’t,
  because intolerance is intolerable.
  
  In a different world,
  unmarred by your hateful convictions,
  we might get along –
  because we aren’t all that different,
  actually,
  once you take away the bigotry.
  
  But you won’t take it away.
  No, in fact,
  you add more every day
  and still wonder why
  I have no interest in a guy
  who thinks Nazis are okay.
  
  If ever you retire
  from your mental gymnastics,
  I can help you find your way.
  Until then, I don’t care to hear
  anything you say.