I’m sorry your garage burnt down.
I’m sorry your workday got expanded
by like three hours
and that overtime has been eliminated.
I’m sorry you got caught
with your hand in the till
and your pants
and on the chopping block.
I’m sorry it’s been such a rotten week.
Also month
and year.

I’m sorry your girlfriend left
and your snake escaped
and the mice you bought for his meals
all overpopulated and escaped the cage
getting into your walls
before dying in very smelly ways
except for the two
that seem to scratch near your bedroom
striving to get out
between two and four in the morning
weekdays.
I’m sorry those aren’t the hours
your job extended to.

I’m sorry I didn’t call
to see how you were
and that your uncle died
when he did so.
I’m sorry there’s so much
that I have to be sorry for
and haven’t gotten around to it previously

but, all that being said,
do you think you could scoot
your wheelchair over
just a skosh?
You’re really blocking the road.