Twenty-four
This is a love letter to the contractor:
You dummy. I mean, your cabinets are nice.
Maybe the nicest bathroom cabinets I’ve
Ever seen. They dwarf the Ikea in the kitchen.
And you’re pleasant, super, unless you’re
Nervous, and then you talk in these big circles.
You use the word “buddy” to describe friends
Who will help you do this or that, and don’t.
When things go well, you seem to take real joy
In how they come so nicely together.
But your handling of the budget–it was shit
And now you must go back to solve for x:
Find the money; you must be utterly exhausted,
And, by the angry homeowners, feeling accosted.
michael jarmer 