Your personality is too big for your body.
Your body needs more fat.
I’m afraid your next downtown antic,
your next swig of brown booze
might shatter your bones
or tear your skin right off those
toothpick tight muscle fibers.
do you remember
Rocky and Bullwinkle black
and purple stars?
what about Taco Tuesday slime linoleum
and cheerleader tug-o-wars?
I think you metaphorically
smoked cigarettes all the time
back before that was even an option.
something tells me the first look
you gave your mother was a scowl.
do you hate people because they fail you?
or do you hate people so they can’t fail you?