Just Another Saturday Night
Everyday Poem #0
Looking for solace I can’t name
I sit on my deck watching the person who will be my new neighbor
in a year or three when he finishes his monstrosity of a house
two hundred yards from my fence
And six times the total square footage
Nailgun fascia to his eaves
The pressurized schtck schtck schtck
Echoing between bursts of cheap-ass fireworks
The hillbillies with the monster trucks lining the cul-de-sac two streets over
Have set off every night since mid-June
I’m all for independence, but seriously.
I give up on peace and go inside to rummage through my freezer
A half-finished brownie batter blizzard with ripped lid asks for release.
I have not had sugar in 24 days
And ice cream for at least twice that
So it’s impossible to know how long he’s waited.
Frustration makes the spoon sink deeper into the
murky brown-chunked frozen melted refrozen remelted
tundra than one would think.
If frostbite had a flavor, this would be it.