unkind 

looking in the mirror
receding hairline
pot belly
i splash some water
on my face
flush the toilet.
i walk to the bedroom
i’ve got sweaty balls
and one leg shorter
than the other.
night coming in
through the windows
i hear something
crash upstairs
something heavy
like a fridge or
some kid jumping
from a couch
or table. i say
what the hell?
hell is other people.
hell is poverty.
hell is my neighbor
and her retard son.
hell is sitting at
the window looking
out at the night,
too insane to
do anything.

© Ross Vassilev/Ohio