i go
down
to the local hospital to volunteer.
okay,
the head nurse says.
what are your skills?
ummm.
well.
i'm not good with
babies,
all that crying
and throwing up.
the whole diaper thing
gives me the willies.
or really old people.
they scare me.
and i have little or no
patience
around
sick people, i'm afraid
of catching what they have.
basically
i'm not good at comforting
others
when they're in
pain.
so i don't know.
maybe i could work in
the cafeteria?
i can do eggs. hard boiled,
scrambled.
the secret is lots of cheese.
she looks at me and smiles.
i got just
the thing for you,
she says,
then hands me a broom
and a dust pan,
pointing out the window
at the trash
and leaves.
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