My FactotumAaron Belz
My factotum brings me tea. Then he stands on his heels, looking Out the bay window. Hands in pockets, a kind of George Wallace posture. "What if none of this is real?" He muses, a little quietly. My factotum borrows my keys To go to the grocery store. He brings home Rolaids and a case of AB. "What if none of this is meaningful?" He asks, as if no time had passed. He pours himself a cup of tea. My factotum tries to figure out His new digital camera. He wants to capture the image Of a hummingbird floating Outside the bay window. My factotum is deaf. He wants more than he can have.
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