Sorry

I’m sincerely so sorry if
my flowery and educated words
ignited something inside you.

And I’m so sorry if
I didn’t know you
measured my Christian worth
in red cupped servings

So sorry if
I’m a rambling mess every time
I post —
(every single time, you say) —
my mental illness
must unavoidably impose
on your day

I’m sorry if
I
have obviously affected
you.

Haven’t I gotten under your skin if
you so bizarrely attacked me,
as cowards do?

I must have if you
refuse to speak me
in person,
,ironically,
because (as you say) I’m a fake.

Good.

I’m sorry
you’re a sorry little person.

I don’t give a shit
about what you think of me.
or
what you say about me.