a telemarketer calls…

“Yes?”

“I have some siding to sell you.”

“Oh?”

Play the game. Wait him out.

In time, he will hang up.

He will never call again.

He will underline you (as a problem) in red pen.

I have never been in a hurry

and potential fast-paced problems leave me behind.

Everybody is far ahead.

I walk

over the finish line,

in the dark.

I enjoy a life they will never know

they are too fast-paced for me

I am slow.

I meander, like a cat

predatory at night

patient, in the summer breeze

as the daylight hours wane

and the summer sun blinks behind the clouds.

My friends are married.

They own houses

with old siding.

A telemarketer calls…

“Yes?”

“Are you happy with your siding?”

“No. Can I buy some on credit?”

“Of course.”