Saturday, April 3, 2010
by Marvo
at
8:16 AM
Blockhead - by Marvo
So her dad asked me to come over,
right?
and lay some block with him.
And I don't know anything about
laying concrete block,
but it's Lorna's dad,
right?
So I am saying yes
without thinking,
and we plan for today
and I borrow leather gloves
from DeVito
and I'm pretty on top of it all,
because I get to spend the day
around Lorna,
working and helping her dad.
But when I drive up,
he tells me
Lorna's upstate for the weekend
with her older sister.
And then he sends me home,
right?
to change into jeans
instead of
shorts.
I don't know what I'm doing.
And I've gotta do it
my whole
Saturday.
Labels:
Blockhead,
by Marvo,
concrete blocks,
poem
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