Published in Blood & Bourbon Issue #13

I went to write a poem about
how furious you make me
but it’s not the kind of anger
you can channel into art

See the thing is that despite my saying
this time it won’t phase me
it took all of thirty seconds for
that notion to depart

The problem is that I don’t even
know if you’re the problem
or if I’m just building pedestals
that loft you out of reach

of the growing expectations that
have built for sixteen months now
and are rooting even further down
the longer that we speak

I guess that I could be upfront
and tell you it’s exhausting
but I’m not sure how to bring it up
in ways you won’t dismiss

so for now I’ll sit here seething
looking in the wrong direction
knowing full well you can’t fix a problem
you don’t know exists