Thursday, November 18, 2021

the smart guy

the professor rubs his hand
against
the dry paint.
a worried look on his face.
he squints at
cabinets.
how long will this last,
he asks,
rubbing harder,
now dragging his nails
against the wood.
look,
it's chipping already,
he says,
looking up at me.
well, stop doing that,
i tell him,
slapping his Harvard hand
before going back out to
the truck to get another
wet brush.

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