Do you deliver?
We do pizzas, we do chickens,
but we don't do liver.
I walked.
He called me back,
I ordered timber,
too much two by four,
more shelving than I could afford.
We shifted things around,
bought the prices down,
acknowledged the changeability
of the weather.
Behind me,
men stood,
raising eyebrows
at each other.
Not forming a queue
to indicate
in some solid kind of way,
that they were trade
whilst I,
I was merely
DIY.
© Rosie Garner
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