"Who are you and why are you knocking on my door?"
"Good morning, ma'am. You called me yesterday about replacing your kitchen counter."
"Did I?"
"You told me to come at nine o'clock, and it's nine o'clock."
"So you're a carpenter?"
"Yes, ma'am. Shall I come in?"
"Do you cheat?"
"What?"
"I know all about that. My husband was a carpenter before he left and believe me, I know. He wanted a younger redhead, but he ended up with a woman as old as I am, so I guess it's colder than it looks out there."
"Um... Would you like me to come in and take a look at the kitchen counter?"
"Not today."
"Shall I come back?"
"I'll keep the old counter."
"Good day, ma'am."
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Construction Zone
PoetryThere's dirt under my fingernails, sawdust in my hair. I'm proud to say I hammer nails. Install toilets. Hang drywall. Welcome to the construction zone. Note: I've had to "unpublish" a few poems from this collection because they are going to appear...
