P.O. Box 2574

Dear Life,
Thanks a lot.
Thanks for computer crashes and plane crashes,
for dirty feet and dirty minds, for cold weather and
cold mothers. Thanks for protein bars that taste like s--t.
But thanks as well for small talk with strangers in the
Express lane at Ralph’s, thank you for pomegranate
chapstick and cherry sarcasm. Thanks for being
a dime short of my favorite brand of chips at the
vending machine, thanks for loud chewers.
Thank you for obnoxious relatives who ask where
you’re going to college or what career you’ve picked
when all you want to do is lie in bed and watch
reruns of “Full House” and “I Love Lucy.” Thanks for
the last seat free on the subway. Thanks for cheap
knockoffs of designer jeans. But most of all, Life,
thank you for the 1:1 ratio of real thanks and no thanks.
Thanks a lot.