god, i am not a religious man,
sort of, but i use that terminology
oft to express the feelings of being
in negative cold to retrieve recycling bins
…thought were misplaced because
of horrible vision, getting
the “non-transferable” envelopes hopes,
the kind that are big and feign of checks
to you–the kind you need. the fucking trip
to the door was worth it, i noticed
a missing gutter and my hands froze
on blue plastic and the pumpkin eaten out
from last fall was dead. but god,
getting these letters, offers of credit cards
and debt paid… you want to do it?!,
just do it; hit the donate button:
it’s that easy. these companies. i wonder
who folds the envelope, mails it,
i wonder who licks the seal,
i wonder who cuts the trees
that get torn and thrown into my trash,
too angry and lazy for the recycling.
tell me about an offer on a nice home
because my rent is crushing me,
tell me about free college
because it’s about time for our kids.
and think of those fucking trees!
you won’t… i guess just keep sending
the special offers, to no response,
they inspire, i guess. god. god. god.