that everything, everything
you hate has a fanclub brimming
with enthusiasm equal to our admonishment.
Every Nickelback, John Tesh, and Michael Bay
didn’t make money combing parking lots
for lucky pennies; tickets sold out.
Every abhorrent brand, every Domino’s
and Fila, every Scripto transparent purple
easily breakable lighter is somebody’s favorite,
every rapey daydrunk Bukowski ripoff,
every anachronistic archaic throwback to ‘thou,’
and every catelogue of grievances sings
to somebody. Even a game of horseshoes
does it for someone. Even fishing. Even the computer screen, hovering alone in the darkness,
will attract it’s version of the moth.
Instead of looking for another dogpile to join,
tell me all about what you love.