Kindness is Never Small
for Tod W.
We were all born, for fuck’s sake, and we all saw through that con,
but some of us figured the con was all, no way out, only fools thought otherwise,
the ones at the other end of the cafeteria with spoons hanging off their noses.
I was always enamored of the gallant dancers, aware of the terrible undertow
but just as ready to dance with the shades of Lethe, Maslow’s brood,
because they were such willful cowards, did their weeping up in a nice, neat bow
and spread their gifts about, always keeping tally, always ready to call in
that favor, that time they simulated kindness and you bought it, you ass.
They were not my people, just ones I thought more clever than I. My people could not see
around the con, imagine carrying a javelin around and every time you met someone,
you had to explain why you carried it. Meeting someone else with a javelin,
wow, there was nothing sweeter, and we forgave all kinds of things,
and goddamn did they fly, when it came to that.