I get in line at the complaint
department.
the line wraps around the building.
my list of grievances is short,
but strong.
I look over the shoulder of the
woman in front of me.
her list is longer.
I read it quietly while
she continues to write.
illness. betrayal. children,
husbands,
a litany of lies.
sore feet, headaches,
kidney stones,
money issues. adultery,
flat tires, pink eye.
it goes on and on.
I look down at my list
and realize that my life isn't
so bad after all.
I crumble up my little piece
of paper
and toss it in the can.
I feel better already.
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