we're cool

most nights,
I just want you to go to sleep,
so that I can have the peace
and quiet,
and not have you sitting there:
the ancient sentinel;

but tonight,
I just want you to go to sleep,
so that I do not feel compelled
to spit on your sorry,
mean, loveless, lifeless,
mournful, ugly, racist,
lying, child-hating,
grandchild-hating ass;

other than that,
we're cool, mama,
we're cool.



January 8, 2010, from the forthcoming collection, Spoken Rage.

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