Standing in the lobby of the Springs building
I noticed the chief of security
had developed some kind of dark and flat growth on his forehead.
It was the shadow of an oversized golf ball hooking by
or maybe some smaller bird.
He was talking to the elevator man
when another worker came up
dressed similarly in late middle-age;
this guy also had the same scar or shadow
as well as the stomach and cheap floral tie.
It was then I began to realize
they were some kind of Catholics
or maybe even Protestants
because I read they’re doing the same thing now
as though it were a craze they were missing out on
maybe losing customers to
like a couple of shoe stores
synchronizing their sale days.