I’m finding it hard to be proud 
this month, so I turn my attention
to another sin to take its place:
wrath.

Over uncles who blather on
about how no one was “that way”
when they were young. 
Over legislation forcing
doctrine down children’s throats
while saying that’s our crime. 
Over members of the community
who choose to tear down others
to be one of the “good ones.” 

So, I’ll rage for these next few days
then go into hibernation, and
when I awake next year,
maybe I’ll try lust, instead.