My landlord has girlfriend problems

Which means I have to wait

A little longer

To be freed from this heat.

Once the AC comes

My brain will work again,

My chest will fill with love

To be spread

In the four cardinal directions.

When I play my bass

I have trouble keeping the tempo

And I hardly know anything at all.

Do I still deserve love?

Men seemed to desire me once

Now everyone’s scared

Or jaded

Or doesn’t understand

All these things that I am.

I don’t mind this loneliness

Because it makes me angry

And anger is good.