To Yesterday's Squirrel (and Other Letters)

To the Asshole who Pours Hot Coffee on Me,

You've been doing this
every day
for years.

I took it--
for awhile.

But the other day
I cracked.

I'm sorry
I snapped like that
but I just couldn't
take the torture
anymore.

You shouted.
Loudly.

Karma's a bitch,
don't you think?