My Privilege

an oath in fourteen words

because they can’t remember more

so busy hiding in plain sight

trembling at the idea of real freedom

shaking and spitting at the idea

that there is more than

the pale

empty

photo album hiding hate crimes and sex crimes

such a privilege

to be used by you

smiling pretty face

queer bait pile

poison apples

dear

we’ve got better shit to do

grinning blades on grinning necks

demanding a tithe

protection money

but

we die to none

I shall shoot this gift horse

in the fucking mouth