After Reading Olga Tokarczuk's Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead, I Take Back All the Sh*t I Said About Bob Dylan Winning the Nobel Prize

Why Don’t You Like Me?

it hit me you didn’t much
when the touring cast

of goethe on ice played down-
town for one night only &

you went with your jerk
friends from work taking perverse

delight slighting me
so I sat outside the door

of the auditorium
sulking seething feet

freezing when it hit me I’d
forgotten my shoes

off I slunk back to my hole
where my neon high-tops sat

with their long laces
tangled just like dylan up

in blue at the foot
of my bed & it hit me

he won the nobel prize well
on they slipped & out

of the house into the street
blind with love I flew

till it hit me the monster
truck you drove the point home with

from Ordinary Fish