People act as though Evil is tangible truth
And it infuriates me
           As if they know the Devil’s face like
I do,
Intimately,
Know the meaning behind the fingers
twisting your doorknob
scaling up the side of your pajama pants

hiding behind a mask of silence and night.

People act as though hurt
        Is something that can be jailed
Despite their lack of knowledge
about the physics of
locks and keys.

The worst insult I can think of
                  being called bad art
      being burnt up to ash in the

fires.