starve the hatred in your heart

it does you no good,
feeding the thoughts
that bite you— 

rage, rage, 
violent & violet
scars across your sky—

the puffed-up face,
that bowl-o-jelly
belly spilling its bowels—

wish no harm, no harm,
but wishes disintegrate
seeing you in his arms—

puff, puff, & pass
through the tortur'd gate—
where fortunes graze

on the hopes you planted
beneath broken starlight
on a plain & private night—

& what you are becoming
is not a step away or into
body-numbing jealousy—

you are growing skin 
where organs once laid bare,
you are growing facial hair—

becoming an animal prone
to silence, shining in the reeds,
expecting you to come feed me.