Solipsism
Like a dog
pissing on a fire
hydrant
wanting to
believe
in a noble future
version of
self
sucking poor
souls
into her giant
baby orbit
of disposable props
heard through
fuzzy filters
and a water glass
to the wall:
“I am your
fucking consequence!”
She never had a
punchers
chance at
happiness.
BK winter 2016
