Friday, October 9, 2009

The Man with a Tape Measure Arm

He tells me she’s the kind of woman

who knows how to

handle a bricklayer’s trowel


I remind him about the

time at the lumberyard,

and the bucket of grout.


He shrugs and his eyes release

3 teardrops. One of the drops

asks me if I’d like some coffee.


I feel hopeless, tell the drop why not.

The man closes his eyes and

extends his arm to the coffee pot


a distance of six feet, and tells

me it doesn’t break until 9’.

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