gives you a window,
the painter,
the electrician,
the cable guy tells you,
between
nine and five
on Thursday.
there's a window for
nearly
everyone
who comes to your house
in a truck
and overalls,
with a helper at his side.
i leave
the door open,
staring out
the window. i look
at the ticking
clock, i pace impatiently
inside.
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