The Job Needs Doing

Barefoot,
stepped outside my apartment,
took in
a little bit of fresh air,
looked at the blue sky to my left,
looked at my neighbor standing to my right
and decided
I want more

so I looked at the sky one more time
and took in a little bit
more air
before I killed him with an axe handle,
stepped back inside,
shut the door behind me,
laid down on our brown couch,
snatched the remote
off the coffee table,
flipped on the news
and ran my fingers
along the cushions’ seams.