Why is it
that you seem to
hate people who have
fat enhanced thighs and
little round eyes
oblivious
to it?
Is it because
one of them
managed to
buy all the sweets
from that little shop
on the corner
that one day in June
when you were next in line?
All you got
was half a loaf
of white, half a loaf
of grain and not even
half a cup of sugar
to take home to mother,
how mean.
Maybe
just maybe, it’s
that man who’s sweat
lingered
the whole flight over
with spilt
second-course gravy
on his brown shirt.
He said, “I’m sorry,
for the mess”
But
i don’t think you
ever believed that
and all things considered
that’s fair enough,
i suppose.
16.1.10.M.W