Working Stiff

for Bill Hawley

Three-quarter inch tongue and groove, glued and nailed to nine hundred thirty-two square feet up in the heat of the mountain among the trees of the sun Ain’t no god damn dinner party. Ah for a commode on which to read of Herakleitos and Diogenes. Ah for a lover to massage my aching shoulders.

27 June 1980, Random Ridge Road