Asymmetrical Trapezoids

5 December 2018

Published in Ink Lit. Mag Issue 15

I had a dream once that we traveled to space.

Instead of colonizing Mars. 

I threw you off the spaceship. 

Only you came back. 

You told me I wasn’t normal for not wanting to colonize.

I said don’t pour tea down an unconscious man’s throat. 

You simply shook your head and told me I had to want it.

Then you left.

I hate you with the force that keeps us spinning round and round.

In rectangles, not circles. 

Or maybe asymmetrical trapezoids. 

Asymmetrical trapezoids. 

Disgusting, slimy, completely unnecessary. 

Like you.