to the shed
in the yard,
it's full of cobwebs and mold.
old rusted
tools,
a bike with flat tires,
when the condo board
president comes over
screaming, asking
what are you doing?
do you know what an
historic national shrine
that shed is?
how dare you destroy
what has stood there
since 1968. you have
some nerve, some gall.
and what do you plan to
do once this precious old
shed is gone?
build a nicer one i tell her.
something with a chandelier,
big windows to let
in the light,
a dance floor, room for
everyone that i want to visit me,
excluding you.
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