There’s a post across the street from my place
that never did nothing to me
and I never did nothing to it
and I wonder, “I’ve lived in this
forbidding neighborhood
for like, twenty two years now
and this ginormous post has been here
at least that long
and we’ve had nothing to do with each other.
What’s up with that?”

But the post is on the opposite side of the street
and I’m over here
with my window closed
and it’s got no light
and I’m not very outgoing when I’m in my neighborhood
– my room-mate and I barely talk.

Maybe this is something about which
I should look within.
Maybe the post is the strong and silent type.
Maybe I just haven’t made the effort.
Maybe the post doesn’t want anything to do with me.
Maybe I need more sleep.