I resent that

Wouldn’t you?

Hold on

Take a moment to be hoisted into my being like a child being placed in yellow wellies before taking on a rainy day

Well

You could do it if you made the effort

Maybe you need more empathy in your loins

I resent that

With a passion

I do

If my friends were here they’d tell you what’s up

They’d tell you how I think and act

I wouldn’t need to say a word

But I resent that

Speaking is my forte

I dream of ancient characters who made such acrobatic sounds and sinful gestures

The mere prospect was a novel art then

And envy sets in quick as yet another heartstring to disappoint

But I digress

I resent that

I am tired of resenting

And I resent that

I resent all that is wrong and all that reveals as right

I resent happiness and sadness

Lightness and darkness

Dogs and cats

People and demons

I resent those lessons in kindergarten that taught us opposites

Out in the distance, one can find troubles with ease and certainty

But the moment is shocking when you realize there is no distance between the issue and yourself