Take my anger, Lord
My complainings
My darkness

Let the pool
of my disappointment
be a dry bed

The world is evil, 
says the barista
They killed Prince 
because he knew too much

The old rocker on the patio
smokes against the signs 
telling him not to

I’m too old to give a shit
winks and licks and
taps his ash

I am swaying
in the parking lot

Thinking of my friends
looking across
the kitchen table
this morning
trying to remember when
they ever loved each other 

The dishwasher
hums its little liturgy

Take my sadness