I Am Thankful for War

I wish I knew how to properly get out any type of stain,

I wish the views in my head matched what’s outside my window pane, 

I wish I couldn’t feel the heated radiance of my enemies’ disdain,

And for that, 

I wish I had nothing to gain,

I wish I wasn’t defined in my anatomy,

I wish I had developed better strategy, 

I wish I didn’t succumb to flattery,

And for that,

I wish I didn’t act like my own flaws baffle me,

I wish I couldn’t tell you the likes of poverty,

I wish for a life free of the expenses created by political sovereignty, 

I wish tragedies could just have a few more moments of comedy, 

“I wish it could all fucking change”,

 She said immodestly. 

I wish I could say it will all get better,

I wish I knew what I wrote could be more than a few letters,

Somersaulting broken phrases together,

And for that, 

I wish my anger was as soft as a feather.

I wish for nothing but a touch of peace,

I wish my heart didn’t contain any sort of crease,

I wish grief comes in warm like a fleece,

I wish for – Oh Christ sake-

Does anyone know how to get out a stain of grease?