site asks me how
educated am I.
how many years of college
do you have, she says.
i mumble six or seven,
leaving out that most
of them were at the community
college near the rail road tracks.
what are your degrees in,
she asks.
i tell her i have a phd in philosopy
from harvard and another degree
from columbia where i got my MFA.
right now, i tell her on the phone,
rustling papers around, i'm working
on a law degree from Georgetown.
it keeps me quite busy.
she lets out a little shriek.
this pleases her and now
she wants to meet for a drink.
quickly i take a shower
and scrub the paint off my hands,
my arms, the top of my head.
there's a large glob of caulking
in my ear that i try to peel off
as i grab a book on Aristotle
and Kant. i start skimming the pages
on the way over.
she could be the one.
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