Read Scared

The only people who think I’m “contrarian”
are leftists on Twitter. Everyone else agrees
with me. The holidays from which my family flees
the festive table; not my fault; the Aryan
opinions of my new authoritarian
friends are normal. I am normal. Please
clap. Or don’t. On you. I am at ease
with me as my insistent lapidarian-
lite inscriptions on these lintels of
our online times attest. I’m ordinary.
Many people like me. It is only
Marxists who suggest I cannot love,
myself and that I am a cautionary
tale. I’m fine. I’m fun. I am not lonely.