putting it in medical terms

i agonize

about the call back for

wallpaper

installation.

it's always a loose seam,

a bubble

that hasn't subsided yet.

a slight miscut,

a mismatch in the corner

that needs

a little attention.

why is the paper still wet?

can you come and take

a look at it please?

tonight would be fine.

we'll be home

after 8 or even nine.

sure i tell them.

i'm on my way. i have no

life of my own.

{wallpaper is like brain

surgery,

i tell them,

while painting is no more

difficult than lancing

a boil.}