The vase that holds my hate is overflowing
\ndribbling bile onto an off-white table cloth.
\nHatred for a world that all too often denies my deepest identity
\nmy truest truth
\ndespite all I\u2019ve done
\nall I do.<\/p>\n
These scars
\nthese veins run deep
\ndampening the clay
\nweakening the foundation
\ncracking the surface.
\n. \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 . \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 . \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 . \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 . \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 . \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 . \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 .<\/p>\n
Hate is a long kitchen knife tearing through flesh like meat
\nze makes no distinction.
\nBut it\u2019s not hate that gets them all
\nmy friends
\nnot most of them.<\/p>\n
Hate is not, in and of itself, the enemy.
\nHate is the last refuge of the despised
\na cold harbor
\nnumbing the throbbing unbearability
\nclosing off the pours
\nstaunching the flow
\nso that tomorrow morning we can go to work and smile at you while we pour your coffee.<\/p>\n
Nor is it fear
\nfear is not, in and of itself, the enemy
\nfear is the preservation instinct that carries us through
\nallows us to navigate in enemy territory.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s your comfort that inures you to the pain of other, less fortunate monsters.
\nIt is your certainty, gorged on spoon fed fois gras that overrides our anemic subjectivity
\nloose fitting humanity
\ncreatures stitched together with primitive skin
\ninferior thread leaving scars.
\nEven the best work money can buy will never be enough for you
\nsmiling erasure
\nwhile we lie
\nbeaten
\nspilling
\npouring
\nbleeding
\ndribbling tears and snot and bile
\nonto an off white blanket of last week’s city snow.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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