In creative writing class

Professor Herring stressed

villains must be nuanced

if they are to be accepted



by the discerning reader


No one is pure evil

even Hitler loved a kitten



And I thought of my villains

David- Clubber of baby seals and other fat things.

Mike- Whiskey fueled cruelty and self-serving lusts.

Natasha- Hissing, “I’m going to kill you and your mother, you fat fuck.”

Shawn- Glassy eyes gazing right through me until night fell.



Call it vengeance-

But I would not

I could not

Allow them any nuance

Reserving this grace

for the scoundrels

of my fiction




it tasted delicious

like power


in my hands.


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