They

They

How can you not love ‘they,’

recipient of searches like ‘what do they 

do with old oil’ or ‘how do they 

make cottage cheese,’ a faithfully faceless 

workhorse all too pleased to receive 

the blunt blows of our hatred

for what we’re sure they 

do behind closed doors, how they’re 

coming for our children, our freedom, they’re 

relentless pursuit of all we hold dear. 

How can you not love this savior 

pronoun, its wide body satisfied to bear

the whole of our loathings, questions, 

and qualms, and then, knowing we’d 

break like glass in the stare 

of how warped we’ve become, 

wrapping the sum like a marble 

in its palm, one day to be flicked—

you know what they 

say—to kingdom come.