Some people say that we
always hurt the ones we love.
This isn’t the entire truth.
We also hurt the ones we hate.
And we hurt strangers.
And we hurt those we are basically
We hurt animals.
We hurt the environment.
We hurt ourselves.
We hurt using sticks.
We hurt using stones.
We hurt using words,
which actually hurts the worst,
because the tongue is a knife
that slices quite precisely
when wielded by those who like to hurt.
I guess my point is this:
The humans are all fucked up.
Here are some links to poems that have come out this past week –
A New Attraction – Poems and Poetry
Tortoise and the Hare – Tuck Magazine
I Would Change the Title – Tuck Magazine
Trump Hand – Poems-for-All (1294)
Survival Instincts – Dead Snakes
Et tu – Dead Snakes
Collapsing Organs – Dead Snakes
Campaign of Confusion – Dissident Voice
Pry into the Blood – Yellow Chair Review
On Being Real – The Tower Journal
Scott Thomas Outlar