“The Good and the Evil,” oil on canvas, by Imre Ámos, 1938. Licensed under Creative Commons.
no such thing as good secrets
i’m debating
if i should tell
my uncle that
his daughter
molested me
when i was
a child
my mother
doesn’t want
me to, i figure
it is because
it highlights
her inaction
on the matter
years ago
i’m the type
of guy that
believes
there’s no
such thing
as good
secrets
but i’m
also good at
compromising
so i figure his
death bed will
be the best time
to do it
*
fun
i find a certain
amount of joy
in the misery
of others
my mother
believes that
makes me evil
which always
brings a smile
to my face
for i can think of
a thousand things
worse than being
called evil but
hardly any of them
are more fun
and i’ve reached
a certain age that
fun is one of the
last things i have
left
and when you take
the fun away from
an evil person
just imagine what
you’re left with
