And so I tried.
Gripe
~b.r.crandall
It’s not because
Cheerios
hit the blue
bowl at 6 a.m.
and the last cow
somehow escaped
the fridge.
It’s not because
Nick the neighbor
was bellyaching
about gas prices
while latching
4-wheelers
& a jeep
to a trailer
pulled by his wife’s S.U.V. —
they’re mud-bogging
this week
in Massachusetts
with family and friends.
It’s not because
texting turds
were terrorizing traffic,
tautly tantalized by
Floofnoodles
on Tik Tok.
It’s because
stray wheeled cages
meant for shopping
were abandoned
by muttonheads,
only to play
bumper cars
in the Big Y
parking lot
assisted by
the wind.