summer vacation
marina job Mr. Shaver
the high
school shop teacher
got me out of pity
even though
my spring semester
wooden ox cart
was a fucking
disaster,
screwing
around, mostly
hammered,
this bad boy
let down Dad
who really should’ve
known
our kinda Jew
can’t use
tools
which
privileges
were revoked
by my wife
thirty years ago
after several
wangdang
doodle
expensive compressor
misadventures
