May 08, 2006 02:42
calc final
(a fantasia)
i am going to fail this test
and i imagine a million things
i am a cliché like a fry cook or a bricklayer
or maybe i am a shade more original
and my misery is lower-middle management
no, that’s not like me.
i am an artful dodger
a cagey casino dealer
and a white house tour guide spying for the russians.
but when that goes south they kill me
or worse i have to keep on paying bills and i’m that one
guy
who everyone thinks is the dentist because he is old
and a dude.
but it turns out i’m just the new hygienist. age 52.
and all the fourteen year olds seem to squirm when i pick up the scraper.
or the gardener at the municipal golf course
who uses hole 8 as an ashtray
for my swisher sweets.
or what if i’m just the guy who the high school sophomores
that work at blockbuster
know by name and preference
for jennifer love hewitt flicks and
jumbo packs of junior mints.
oh God i’ve got to pass this test.
-mbc