by Jen Hunt, from the archives
Jesus, if it weren’t for my nagging wife
my ninety-six minute commute
my hair loss
my loss of nerve
the new car payments
the cold coffee
the sins of my past
the late-night TV
the K-mart specials
the tight elastic of my underwear
this cold which never seems to go away
and the comfort of inertia
I’d have tried you by now
