I hadn’t said what
others accused me of saying.
They’d only barely been paying
any attention, the cheapskates,
and besides, I had a lump
in my throat that day
the size of a small continent.
Trust me, nothing was said.
But from that nothing emerged
an incandescent “Fuck you,”
and it took up residence
in the middle of the midnight sky.
Utterly resplendent,
bathing pleb and patrician alike
in its cool, crystalline glow…
-r. miller
*Insert Propaganda Here* 