people disappoint me
the cues they have missed
deliberately, the calls
and what makes me think
I am so perfect
as the ice melts in my drink
quick to pick apart
a sentence, what you meant
 
oh, to be stuck in honey
nothing but a bug
am I just too impatient
for people to change
the earth to be saved
 
evening wrings the blood from its shirt
horizon pink with grief
the color of the inside of a slab
of beef when it’s medium rare
 
admit it: most of the day was drivel
and you waited to cook it through