Self-Hatred, Logan Sullivan

 

 

 

when I put the last dish

in the drainer, when I light

a candle and set

it on the coffee table,

when I merge onto the freeway.

I want to share that quiet,

a page turn, a rustle

of adjusting on the couch.

I want to brush my teeth

in the same bathroom.

I want to walk through our neighborhood.

I am ready

to call a place

our neighborhood.