This Poem I Know I Hate

Details are the things

that disappear when you die

so come and get them.

If you’ve ever experienced difficulty

distinguishing whether or not you

love

or hate something

like a painting or a song

or a person, then you know what I mean.

For instance:

I love the intensity.  It’s the only reason

that I care.  Also:

I hate the

Intensity.  It’s embarrassing.  Don’t take things

so seriously.

Love the sloppiness.  And I hate

the sloppiness. 

I hate the trite,

careless words.  You can

do better than that.  Also:  I love the trite, careless

words.  It’s so easy to belt, to relate to.  Everyone

can sing it.

I love how young it sounds.

I hate how young it sounds.

I’m saying that

Things will change.