Day 1638

…There are men in this world

Grown adults

Long removed from their first shameful pube

Grown tired of the paychecks that still bring no satisfaction 

In their free time these men spend their energy 

Finding new ways 

To prove their hatred 

For the generation below them 

They dress their hatred of the calendar up

In pompous declarations of confusion

And tell themselves they have made a difference 

That their time circling the sun has meant something more than to grumble in front of the mirror and watch their waist bloom over their belt loops

And me 

I sit and read and do not pay attention to the words and I tell myself 

I am different 

But I do not meet my own gaze when I dry myself after another shower…

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