From Sawbuck Poetry

DEAR EVIL

Landlady: when you fixed my roof, it leaked two weeks later. January was warm this year. I don’t care what you say, I only had one “beer party.” It was the goddamned Fourth of July. No, you can’t have my goldfish tumblers. No, you cannot buy them. When I was mugged outside the building, you charged me to change the locks—

© Brandi Homan 2007