Readingby Josyf Hayda10 Dec 2015

its when you relive
that time someone
did you wrong;
a Mobius Strip of hatred
that intensifies, distorted
and exaggerated,
like the funhouse mirror,

so bitter that
I hope you die.
but when you die
I die, too
since we’re all connected,
by the tendons of the universe

so, gunning for justice
I list the things
You did to me
with luftwafian precision;
when I add it up
i’m outraged;
it was probably
me, baby,
not you.

18 JUN 15