My 4th of July

Has been so hideous

It feels right.

Self-pity fits me like a summer dress.

104 degrees.

After visiting piglets

And newly hatched chicks

I find refuge at Starbucks,

Sweat freezing on my skin,

Drinking drinks that will shorten my life,

Watching a man scratch his ass.

I’m wearing a blue shirt,

A sweater with red and white stripes.

I realized that as I was locking the door.

Let them think I care.

Truth has fled.

Behind lovers’ eyes

Lies the usual thirst for power.

As they leave

I wrap my tail

Around diamonds and gold.