published at I am not a silent poet,
thanks to the editor Reuben Woolley
i did not know when you started.
about the socks, how
they are not made to last.
about those you were wearing
for five years. i did not wish
to see your leg sir.
about the chamois leathers, how
we used to have more variety.
which brought him to talk
about hand car wash. by
foreigners. his words not
insisted that they deliberately
scratch the cars, then turn their guns,
these foreigners. his words not mine.
i left, i am not paid to listen to your racist
i am paid to weave and serve another day.
he left without buying.