It’s a day to try cleaning and so many boxes
Are finally burning in the fire pit
I wanted to feel joyous and delivered
So many aluminum seltzer cans have littered
The concrete floor crushed and some not
Making me madder and madder
Each can I stomp and throw into a bigger bag
To pack to the metal recycling plant
This is not my shit!
This broken wasted debris was mine
Only by name on a joint tax return
But again I’m bent over on my knees
I can’t stop crying I’m so mad I’ve given up
I surrender and can’t try to pretend
That I’m being selfish ungrateful and petty
There are obligations I have to keep me
From getting in the Veracruz and driving East
Or North or maybe South until
The road completely runs out
Where I get out and walk throat deep into
Whatever coast will swallow me whole
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