You are the problem
My biggest problem is me and your biggest problem is you
I get the allure of the news
I feel the draw toward righteous indignation
Sometimes I want to draw up the ladder behind me and be my only
company in my head and then
Beat myself with a stick up there. and cry uncle
and Let the ladder down again where my loved ones
Tsk Tsk me for drawing up the ladder again
I like the bitter haze of Instagram
The way I like cigarettes until they coat my fingers in tar
And I smell it when I curl up to sleep and remind myself of destruction
My tranquil wind is a cargo plane
My garden is the gridlock of bagged corollas leaking
My dream is to get out of my way