the boil
I was making good with the girls on the assembly line at
Nabisco, I had recently beaten up the company
bully
on my lunch hour.
things were going well, I was from out of
town, the stranger who seldom spoke to
anybody, I was the mystery man, I was the
cool number,
almost all those fillies had an interest
in me
and the guys didn’t know
what the hell.
then one morning I awakened in my
room
with a huge boil on the side of
my head (right cheek)
and
it was damn near the size of a
golf ball.
I should have phoned in sick
but
I didn’t have the sense and
went on in
anyhow.
it made a difference: the women’s eyes
fell away from mine, and the guys
no longer acted fearful
and I felt defeated by
fate.
the boil remained
for
2 days
3 days
4 days.
on the fifth day the foreman handed me
my papers: “we’re cutting back, you’re
finished.”
this was one hour before
lunch.
I walked to my locker, opened it,
took off my apron and cap
threw them in there
along with the
key
and walked
out
a truly horrible walk
to the street
where I turned around
and looked back at the building
feeling as if they had
discovered
something
hideously indecent
about me.