I Hate Home Depot
Billy Ryan

9:05pm
The store closed five minutes ago
but one customer
lingers in the back of the store
examining ladders

9:24pm
His plastic bags crinkle
as he finally leaves.
My friends have already
taken off.
Asshole.

9:37pm
The doors exhale
behind me
and whisper shut.
I pull out my wallet.
One dollar
to fill my sixteen gallon tank.

9:45pm
Finally made it home.
My tank’s still empty.

10:14pm
Crashed on my bed,
Coltrane on my iPod,
A Coors Light in my hand.
Tomorrow’s my day off.