i'm in bed trying to figure my own meaning
after 131 episodes of dragonball i grew bored of deciphering
a monday, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr's birthday
no flex day this week, so i leave work at five
rather than seven, time enough to drag the garbage through the side alley
its wooden fence door that only blocks one end
i get a text about the tripwire reading
as i'm drilling new holes into the aluminum door
sliding bar wouldn't reach the hole in the concrete any longer,
as it always had, it was dark already and in the negatives
i wore beb's leather gloves which were tight,
and fretted a little more on things that fall apart
light of the street lamp that stood outside the wall
i could see the drill head twist my breath
click! the lock slid in -- a temporary fix
hustle on inside to make fresh chicken soup
from neck, heart, breast, and liver
tomatoes, onions, potatoes, and garlic
