Your own arrogance desires
You in all its emotive excesses.
You have feelings, dammit!
You love to display them on formica countertops
Over vending machine cappuccinos and all of
Your friends must cater to
Your “openness,” which is really just
You rebrushing the worn fabric of
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you…
We are always talking about
Your hungers and
Your feelings are the centerpiece of every holiday.
Your needs are the infrastructure of
You bursting with attention
You cry, loudly and incessantly. And when
We dare to start anew
You cry, cry, cry and