I used to know a man

Who killed me once a week,

Not with knives,

Not with bombs,

No way of shedding blood --

All he ever did

Was tell me that everyone

Was awful and petty and unchanging.

All he ever did

Was kill my desire to see tomorrow.


Funny how all he ever said

Blew away when you reached out your hand

And lifted a stranger up from a low place.

ReQuest 2020