Existential Sulking-Poem

I did my best,
I wear my eyes with pride
I stood up to the lies.
I stand tall in the face of
existential adversity.

It resounds,
like the unintelligible chatter
of angry cockatiels.

Desire is the inconsequential
splatter
after a dinner party.

I’ll clean up the mess—
with warm water and
a purple bubble bath.

I’m looking forward to wearing you
like that toasty bathrobe in my closet;
right after I sulk—
In between
the shutters and rain outside.

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