Ratty (2017)

I can’t remember the last time I liked myself
Twisted up in terry cloth tracks of my own selfish tears,
Washed down the drain, down the curves of my stomach which I hate
Down into some other world where maybe I could be a rat and not feel these things The rat world could judge me on other premises and laugh at my unratty ways I’d fuck some rat guy, have a rat life
Drive a ratty suburban and give my younglings more than I had as a kid We’d live in a communist rat pack,
Reciting poetry for fun in dark coffee shops, dressed in black turtlenecks
And a lack of self-esteem.