is telling me something with his
handshake.
hard and firm,
and holding
on a little too long.
she's not
home.
but he'll show me around
and tell me
what work
needs to be done.
he's gruff.
tells me to wipe my feet,
no wait,
take your shoes off,
he says.
he's in control now.
he has a beard
which he continually pulls
at as he tries
to inhale
his stomach and puff out
his chest.
he yells at the dogs
as they bark
behind a closed door.
i wish his wife was home.
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