The American Dream … a poem

The American Dream

rain hits my office window
drafty air pours in from the right
artificial heat from the left
i have thirty minutes left in this workday

the drive home greets me with
bumper to bumper to bumper
cars screeching to a halt
on the not-so-freeway

straight rows of townhouses
i reach my stepford community
squeeze my car into the garage
with my husband's xl suv

my hair gets wet as i stand
on tip-toes to pull down the garage door
collapse in front of the sitcoms
barely kiss hello before planning the next day

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