THOUGHTS ON DISLIKE
I saw a picture of him and
I didn’t like him from the start.
And this seemed strange to me at first,
Because I couldn’t pinpoint what it was,
What exact thing it was about him,
that I didn’t like.
Then it hit me.
And it hit me hard,
Like a kick in the balls.
I didn’t like him because he reminded me
Of a friend of mine.
A friend of mine who I also didn’t like.
And I thought about that too,
How it was strange to have a friend,
That you really didn’t like.
“well,” I wondered, “how very, very odd.”