Office Hours

by stubborn_would · 23/12/2025
Published 23/12/2025 17:06

Mr. Devries is eighty pounds lighter

than he was in the eleventh grade.

He’s at the Garden Center,

hugging a sixty-pound bag of mulch

like he's trying to keep it from falling.


The trunk of his Buick is rotted out.

He’s wearing a polo shirt—

pale blue, with a dark, wet map

spreading between his shoulder blades.

He’s just a man with a bad back

who failed me in eleventh grade.

#aging #physical decline

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