Poemish

In the lego layered parking garage

My winding stops when I spot back up lights

Cars pile behind me barking angrily

I made them wait a full minute.

Just in case you think you’re special, park downtown.

Slogging across the street in chill rain

I line up in Social Security security check

With drop box form to withhold taxes

Take both jackets off and those earrings

In case you think you’re special, show an id.

Form delivered to foil mail theft

Phone calls done, appeal letter done.

Library card renewed, kitchari simmered

Reading turns into a two hour coma.

One response to “Poemish”

  1. Oh I am SO ready for these gray, cold days to end. I think your poem is neat, especially: “in case you think you’re special”

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