Sorry to Share With You

that this morning I woke

thinking of JonBenét

because the news won’t let us

let her go it’s the twentieth anniversary

documentary I knew

not to watch but did so I

was thinking of her little face

while getting high I knew I could

have read an encyclopedia or gone for a run

straight through the heartbeat of the city

but I got stoned and made

burnt coffee I looked out the window

where trusted campus cops were parked

a few houses down I thought of how

the medical examiner found pineapple

in her digestive tract that’s not something I want

to know a stranger’s misery.