to paint with
too broad a brush, but
you know what? Sometimes
you're in a rush.
Plus, the predicament
you're in couldn't be
more legitimate: the crew
is on a break
which is starting to look
more like a
permanent hiatus—
and this guilty
conscience of a fence
won't just
paint itself—so,
holding your breath
against the stench
of the whitewash,
you bust-out
the biggest, widest
roller of the bunch
and make short, bliss-
fully thoughtless work
of what otherwise might
have taken months
to confront.
After all, you think,
what harm could it do—
just this once?
