is on strike, i see him in
the picket line,
holding a sign
and walking in his white
smock.
his nurses are there too.
the receptionist.
i see his Bently in the parking
lot.
i go up to him and show
him the rash
on my arm.
he takes a look and
says,
it could be poison
oak, or poison ivy, or
something along those lines.
you might be allergic
to peanuts too.
dang.
i tell him, i just had a
peanut butter and jelly
sandwich and hour ago.
come and see me in three
weeks or so,
he says,
or sooner, once the strike
ends,
but for now, maybe
rub some mud on it,
and stay away from the peanut
butter.
he puts his hand out,
and so i give him twenty dollars.
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