imagination
my lunch box is empty
and my stomach's contents are shallow
i feel nothing inside me
except the loathing of others,
a sensation more weighted than
being hung at the gallows
this apathy is contagious
but i cannot find it in me to care
about whether it effects
you or him or her or me
or the whole goddamn country
i laugh at my hollow belly
and the pounding headaches
because what is madness without
side-effects?
