Some people say that we

always hurt the ones we love.

This isn’t the entire truth.

We also hurt the ones we hate.

And we hurt strangers.

And we hurt those we are basically

indifferent toward.

We hurt animals.

We hurt the environment.

We hurt ourselves.

We hurt using sticks.

We hurt using stones.

We hurt using words,

which actually hurts the worst,

because the tongue is a knife

that slices quite precisely

when wielded by those who like to hurt.

I guess my point is this:

The humans are all fucked up.

Update:

Here are some links to poems that have come out this past week –

A New Attraction – Poems and Poetry

Tortoise and the Hare – Tuck Magazine

I Would Change the Title – Tuck Magazine

Trump Hand – Poems-for-All (1294)

Survival Instincts – Dead Snakes

Et tu – Dead Snakes

Collapsing Organs – Dead Snakes

Campaign of Confusion – Dissident Voice

Pry into the Blood – Yellow Chair Review

On Being Real – The Tower Journal

             Selah,

Scott Thomas Outlar