We crave brokenness
like the mob craves the
arena
like serial killer lust
for that next victim
come on
make us feel better
about ourselves
tell us about the
shock over your fifth
failed marriage
show up meth-faced
messed up for that
DUI mug shot
wear pasties in public
proclaim it empowerment
inhale misery deep
hail to the
right of legalized
self-abuse with someone
else’s forgotten daughter
down dog across your lap
your Rehab-Pride parades
merely symptomatic
of our voyeuristic tendencies
as we throw another log on
the pyre
and laugh while the witch burns
my soul feels
cleaner
when I leave the television off
and ignore the Yahoo news thread.