Look Lex, this isn’t the best fit.
I am going to have to let you go.
I am going to have to show you the door.
I am going to have to move you
to the next floor.
You want your stapler back?
No, Its mine. Now move.
I know you can burn it down.
Believe me, I know you’e tried to.
What is it Lex?
For forty or so years now?

I swear you gave me a medicine
in the form of a magazine,
made it go live stream.
made it go far from me,
Made me locked in my basement
with the curtains drawn.
Get away from me.
I am ugly.

You are not a friend of me, Lex.
I put a blast to your chest, Lex.
I erase the word “victim”
from my vocabulary.
See you Lex, Luther,
who ever you are.
Put the pieces back together
in the infirmary.

I got a fucking tattoo
’cause of you.
To defeat you.
You spread doubt
like dinner at a buffet,
and I feed you.
I look into my future,
and I refuse to see you.

See you Lex.
Get out of my head.
Your clothes are see through,
and I see you.

 

Jason Wright is the editor and founder of Oddball Magazine. His column appears weekly. His third book, Train of Thought 2: Almost Home is available now.