The state of things

by mickharris

What I have is a thousand tiny jealousies
Dripping from deep roots trundling
Along nerves
Dendrites
Capillaries
Arteries
Clawing into my intestines roping,
Looping fingers
Into dark angry pulsing places

What I want: to be challenged
This is not what I’m getting
I’m getting shut your mouth
Listen
Sit
Consume

Am I the only angry one left alive
Where are the rest of you
To shake my shit up
Where are all of you
Who can make me think?

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