"War is good for the economy
like cannibalism is nutritious"
I sent that text,
knowing that you were a rebel
and trying to show that
we were of like minds.
I waited,
hoping for some sort of response
in agreement,
especially after you went to the
protests in Madison.
You wore your political
leanings in a patchwork
across your canvas
backpack that my family
couldn't afford.

Instead you sent back
" cannibalism gives you brain worms
and war boosts the economy I don't
get it."

I knew you were lying
and realized how
badly I wanted
to join your *******
pretentious friend group.

Maybe I'm a *******.
Maybe that's why I write
poems that are open letters
the the skeletons
that shriek at me
from the closet in
my mind.