Traditionally, the language that potholes inspire us to produce isn't suitable for print. And who can blame us for being a little testy? Relentless rain has riddled the roads and turned commutes into gut-jarring, coffee-spilling, alignment-wrecking obstacle courses. Sounds like a job for ... poetry! The Gazette wants to help readers channel some of their pothole angst in a fun and healthy direction, a la Sylvia Plath ...