Real People

aren’t nice.

Nice People

aren’t real.

Some stinging salve,

this truth.

One balm for me

another for you…

like shots

that neither one of us likes

but we take them all the same.

The hardest part

is kindness

it’s bitter,

little lemons

waking me in the night

like a half swallowed pill

stuck in my throat.

I can’t be better

than this,

I can’t be more.

I’ve hollowed out

all the



it’s all gone



is left.