who hates
being called Wally,
got a job the other day as a greeter
at Walmart.
i pray for him.
he used to be scientist
down
at Bell Labs,
researching nuclear
energy,
but now this.
i just need something to
do with my
time, he says.
living alone with his cats
on the third floor
of a four-floor walkup.
i see him
at the door as i go to Walmart
to pick up
another bag
of marshmallow
peanuts.
his name tag says Wally.
it's the end of the world.
welcome,
he says,
as i come through
the electric doors.
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