Amateur Sociopathy

An edge of irritation’s lurking now.
Perhaps I’ve been too patient recently.
Six days away, among those I allow
a lot of latitude, my energy
invested in attending carefully
to people passionate and needing more
than effort earns or luck bestows. I see
500 miles ahead my own front door.

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