There is a good chance
that I will
love you
or hate you,
no in between.
Just agree with me,
for the sake of the jokes
at the expense
of everyone
else.
I hate people,
but I love gatherings,
what a weird contradiction
to acknowledge at midnight
in the kitchen.
Curtain call,
the rope is silent,
and I just want
to eat the sky
and wait for Easter.