I shoulda written a poem about mold
and the long rainy days

but I didn’t

I shoulda written a poem about
the man downstairs barbequeing
in the early spring with the neighbour
screaming at him to put his shirt on

but I didn’t

I shoulda written a poem about
waiting in the bank for 2 hours
starting at 212 and getting to 272
and then the computer going down
(my number being what is was 303)

but I didn’t

Why?

Becuz…..no one woulda read it.

Shoulda, woulda, coulda

but I didn’t