Lockbox Utd

It's unfortunate to live in a corner house

and have to shovel at right angles

so you don't do it

but it's also unfortunate that

I'm sitting here, warm now

still inconvenienced, knee deep

in concerned citizenry.

I don't want to be walking

past there,

chin jutted out waiting

for someone to exit

so I can completely

embarrass myself

to demand the landlord's number.

I don't hate my concerns,

necessarily,

but I hate the ache

of dry sand turning

behind my eyes

and the role I

have forced myself into -

I can't

technically speaking

kick over the news rack

in Walgreens because 

The Post

is always testing how

viscous is my rage 

but I could take it out

on someone whose

rent is going up

again next year.

There was a sweet

spot once,

with the weather,

it was like the 90s,

no-one minded when

it let go,

now it's just people

spinning their wheels,

front wheel drive

in this slush

forever,

for what and

also why not.