annie e’s creative new rusty new boat

guilt is a funny thing

it doesn’t matter if you knew better

or if you were doing your best with

the knowledge you had

if your own hindsight doesn’t shame you

someone else’s will

if it doesn’t, you’re probably not human

I don’t want to alarm you but

I can only hear potato chips

crunching. May have two

dollars and nine cents?

Please?

I’m losing my ability to focus

just listening to you eat

I use poems the size of war.

I write them in the morning

after the pretty city motions work.

When other citizens shop

for beans or rake progress

I arrange sounds that fuck people.

So high they get, after my oos and aahs

they promise not to kill again