not that hungry yet

an angry
woman who
needs her
wallpaper up
tomorrow
calls on
the phone.
she needs
measurements
and advice,
and needs it
done sooner
not later.
kids are
screaming in
the background.
dogs are
barking.
we've never
met and she's
already
yelling at
me, pinning
me down to
a date and
a time that
i can come look
at the job.
it's silk and
she wants
the ceiling done
too and a
guarantee
that it will
never crimp or
fail or fall.
i have a
headache within
two minutes
of our
conversation
with her yelling,
and me listening.
gently i slip
the phone back
into it's
cradle. i'm
not that hungry
yet.