but he has books and books
of wallpaper.
all opened and marked.
paint to blend in.
six strips will do it.
but is this the right color.
is it too bold,
too plain.
i'm not sure about graphics.
although i am
modern.
no flowers no birds.
something that says me,
he says, a paper that explains
who i am.
i stand and listen, i nod.
it's one wall.
two hours work.
my mind wanders, i almost
think about fishing.
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