short-sleeved
white
shirted
salesmen
smoke
desperate
to close
the deal.
there’s a
recession
on,
don’t they
know?
phones don’t
ring
pens run
out of ink
boisterous talk
falters
becomes
false
and dry.
lunch sparse,
thin cheese
sandwich
and the sports
section.
when and why
did I take
this road?
(asked in
smeared
mirror
of rare
self
reflection)
can Bible
study save
me now,
pay piles
of bills,
make my
silent wife
smile again?
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