Always the Villain
Published: 06 January 2019
Where did we begin—
this freakshow where I am but a curiosity
whose prize is paper napkins,
offered at arm's length
and a wry smile?
Where did we begin—
this horror story where I am the villain
whose mere line of sight is an obstacle
between discomfort and relief
and satisfaction?
What did I do to earn the sideways glances
of those who choose to live in the shadows,
quiet but conspiring about my judgement?
What am I to do to demonstrate
that there is no danger in having
only good things to say?