Poemdog

Dogs 2019

NOT A MAN
(9/16/19)


“is that
an insert?”

he was
asking
me questions
about the
house

he apparently
knew
about houses

I shrugged

I just
lived
in one

now
I was trying
to sell
one

I had
a grandfather
who could build
a house
from scratch

I had
not
inherited
his skills

his determination

his natural
inclinations
to innovate

his desire
to want
to know
those things

a girlfriend
once told me
of her father
replacing all
of his windows
on just
one weekend

I asked
why

she said
that he had
gotten a good
deal
on new ones

I asked
if the old
ones
were bad

not bad
she replied
the new ones
were just
better

I told her
that it would
probably take me
a whole weekend
to replace
one window

and that
would be only
if it were
damaged
in some way

“you’ve never
replaced one?”

she wondered
incredulously

“never
had to”

I replied

she shook
her head

muttered
something
to herself

she knew
that I sat
in front
of a computer
all week

“what
CAN
you do?”

I didn’t
have an answer
for her

still don’t

staying
alive
upon this planet
by the simplest
means possible
seems
my only talent

my potential
buyer
was now
knocking
on the walls

“plaster?”

I put
my palm
on the surface
as if
I were
considering it
for the first
time
in 16 years

I was

“could be”

I told
him

he shook
his
head

walked
to the next
room

leaving
me
to my
shadow