When Your People Love Other People

When your people love other people
who have treated you badly
you sit back and eat
a bowl of knives.  Sugar it
with dead bees.  Wash it down
with dishwater.

When your people love other people
who have treated you badly
you run the other way
right into the walls of the Lascaux caves
and sit dazed asking the paintings
for a chance to start all the way over.

When your people love other people
who have treated you badly
you go to bed under a chain comforter.
Your ribs snap.  You can’t move.
You steer the pain toward a good dream.

When your people love other people
who have treated you badly
you should just tell yourself
it’s your fault.  You must have been
one bad pony to have no herd anymore
but maybe no one in the herd has to know
that you don’t belong.

Shhh…
this is how you get along.