Dogs 2013

THAT GUY
(7/19/13)


I hate
meeting
them

in the office

in the hall

in the parking lot

in the mall

anywhere

anytime

I would prefer
to walk
by them
in total silence

no
eye contact

I don't
care
about them

their lives

in the least

I don't
want to hear
their pathetic
attempts
at familiarity

they
don't know
me

I don't want
to know
them

but
I don't
want to be
an asshole
either

even though
that is apparently
what I am

with tremendous
effort
I acknowledge

I smile

I beat
to greet
in order to speed
the process
along

"how are
you doing
this morning?"

the asshole
asks

of course
they will
reply

they always
reply

they must
tell someone
about themselves

it seems
to be
their sickness

I and me
the twin terrors
of conversation

I nod

I smile
some more

my limit
reached
I walk away

the attempt
has been made

one day
soon
I will
no longer
have the energy
to pretend

that
will be my
sign
to finally
retire

maybe move
to some
distant desert

where
only the stones
will call
my name

~

fuck
their noise
too