The Nice People
I was
full of
coarse love
& the
nice people
put a
soft pillow
over my
face
& said
Shush now.
Then they
said
There there
until my
legs stopped
twitching.
They didn’t
lift the
pillow,
unpleasantness
makes them
sad.
They turned
the lights
low &
hummed lullabies.
Hatred is
too strong
a word
for them.
Their hearts
are
too faint.
