lunch
cash pretty scarce
a thermos of black coffee preferred with milk
in his jacket pocket a buttermilk unglazed
Old Fashioned donut hard as a rock
it was Thursday
almost Friday
pay day
after work
bank
cash
food
eat
That’s what you’re eating for lunch?
Don fuck with me
What? Yagonna take mine?
No
Had no affection for those pricks who tried
Tried?
They didn’t take a kid’s lunch, a kid’s lunch money?
They coud try
I didnt look kindly on it
So
no
I wouldnt take yours
foreman stood up
Lets get back
to work, men.
Work
Men
if they werent he couldnt be a foreMan
hed love to see that guy worksits
on his ass all day usually unseen in the trailer blueprints spread across a
makeshift table legs on plywood pencil tucked over one ear a cigarette over the
other another smouldering in an ashtray work smoke hows
that work
man wasnt a multitasker
he went over the cliff on a rope
tethered to his axle to clawout groove its face run a eightinch drainpipe U-ed
rebar securing it pounded into holes he drilled into the rock
if he looked and he did
had the best view on the job
ocean under him
saw blowspouts
caught whale breaches
too bad
nearly finished
1248, Tuesday, 16 12. 25
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