Isabel Rae McKenzie

for everything
i desire in excess

i’ve never wanted
money. thank god for that,
b/c if i were
a poor depressed
alcoholic sex addict
longing ultimately
for cash,
i’d be a far worse person
and lover,
or a landlord.

i used to live in a square room
with a mattress and a jar for
cheap wine, drinking alone
and never sleeping
that way. i was happy
with little and love.

i don’t need much of anything
to survive, just someone else’s
shadow raising hell on the wall
with pleasure
casting animals with hands
that shout
we are angry
& enough.