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
Oh, gosh, this is wonderful. “Apartment complex”–Freud would have *killed* for that term!
Love all the “el” sounds here. They’re contemplative and, yes, complex.
So sorry about your house. Ow.