Safely Tucked Away
Remember when I got drunk in your room
and helped you beat Aaron at chess?
One of my better victories, I think.
I told you about my father that night,
and my fears and hopes and hatred.
You called me small and I felt it.
The words were harsher than cheap vodka
and made me more nauseous.
I don't want to learn your secret to not feeling,
I want to tear it from you and throw it down
and allow you to stomp it into the dust
and join the living.
