a civil servant,
is sitting on his porch at six
a.m.
i've never
seen him up this early.
he's smoking
a cigarette
and drinking coffee.
he looks sad.
he has a tie
on, a suit jacket.
his old
briefcase
is between his legs.
he hasn't had to go to work
in years.
he's done it all from
home, on the computer
and phone.
i point out to him that he's
still wearing his bedroom
slippers.
i don't care, he says,
don't talk to me,
then heads off to the bus
stop with
a long strip of toilet
paper, stuck
to his foot.
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