Even now, cranky as I am
cursing, kicking things,
disgusted with
the state of EVERYTHING,
even now, I swear
I love this life—I love
my family, the church,
this house, this street,
the school nearby,
everything I’ve screwed up,
everything I’ve accomplished,
things I’ve forgotten,
things I’ll never learn—
I swear I love it all.
But my dog prefers it
when I’m not kicking things.
