The Company Man
Yoo-hoo he’d call
striding in unknocked
Mother and I banging
together behind him
like baggage.
He liked to visit
the real butter and cream
the extra layer of devil’s food
He’d tell the story
he was good at
After dinner he’d excuse me
meaning, Get lost
within calling distance
Don’t break anything
important, a lamp
a leg
that would have to be
noticed.
