My wanting makes me
Sick
I line up my desires like tiny plastic figures
Bang! Bang! Bang!
I knock them down one by one
Who the fuck am I
To want?
Life is giving before it is taking
I don’t know what else to give
Take it!
Take it all
Make the wanting stop
Let me exist as nothing
Wanting is tiring
Boring
Hand it to someone who will use it well
Because I shan’t
Each time I have offered my desire to another
They have bled it dry
Thrust it back into my palms with a
Sorry
I don’t need more sorrys
Useless things
Who ever built a life out of sorrys?
