Poemetry by T.A. Barnhart


i need to talk about
the people who have
treated me so badly,
and i need to name names.
no one deserves
the forgiveness of anonymity,
not if the crime was
treating me like shit.
i would add,
“and you know who you are”
but honestly,
few of them give a shit
they treated me like shit.
some of them are dead.
some of them are dead to me,
so fuck them.
i don’t remember every single one of them,
but i remember enough
to stoke the fires of my anger
and to lead me to the radical step
of letting it go
and being happy in a way
they tried to destroy.

©TA Barnhart February 9, 2021