I have an apartment complex. I don’t own,
I rent–and the rent increases steadily.
Service isn’t any better–“rising costs, you
know?” Management’s policies are unreasonable,
the number of memos more unreasonable still.
I’d like a quieter, cheaper, more reasonable
place. I’d love to live in my own home again–
who wouldn’t? My apartment complex teaches
me the only thing I have any control over
is my reaction. I have an apartment complex,
but I’m slowly getting over it.
Andrew Shattuck McBride
“Apartment Complex” is my August 16th poem for the postcard poetry project. I used an antique card view of “Magic Mountain North Cascades National Park” and mailed it to Danielle of St. Charles, Michigan.
Blessings to Danielle and all, Andy