Dear,

I’m telling you,

I’ve seen homeless folk buying drugs,

And pipes full of shit rumbling

In a basement.

I’ve felt the curve of the earth as I fell, drunk

Into an empty bathtub,

And proceeded to bathe,

Attempting to pretend that the world is flat,

And that I’m cleaner than the rest

Of humanity,

Or at least not as dirty as the people on the internet

That only hate.

Sling it with their hands like little shovels.

Don’t they know they get some of that darkness on themselves?