I'm getting tired of asking you this.

I get confused.

A daughter.
A son.

But everyone else is fair game.
Even you.

It's a beautiful thing
to be dark within dark
and pain within pain

Cold vacuum
No other possibility

Why would I be kind
Why would I help any living thing

I hate them all
everything that breathes

I despise single cells
and their pathetic feelers
clawing their way through
clear liquids

I want to tie bacteria
and virus
shoelace
together

And watch them fall
and laugh at them

I want to cut off your boob job
wipe the makeup off your face


and take you out
behind the doggie diner dog heads

and bite you