THIS IS A POEM ABOUT BIRTHDAYS 4.13.17

4.13.17

Today is your birthday.

I think I hate you this |______________________________________ extent to infinity –>) much.

If it was your deathday would I be happier?

(Maybe)

Would I be lonelier?

No.

But the world would be one person fewer, and

the burning pit of hatred in my lungs

would turn from raging flames

to smolder.

I wish you the best,

truly.

Why have you done to me?


Written at 6:56 at night, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA, while debating a trip to the mall to buy swim trunks. 

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