Sabice's Office.

There's a guy who lives upstairs, don't flush

don't gotta tooth brush, just got one, just got

a bag from the dentist and the girl had the mask

and she had the past in a folder.

I might stop

seeing my dentist

if I didn't see him

at the fancy restaurants

with the kids who are

not good at thinking

not good at speaking

but good at laughing.

There's an amalgam of handshakes

and granddad orders onion rings

and he's unequivocal

as far as I understand the word.

He understands

the onion rings.

He understands

golf, drinks, and a nap.

(photo of my office by me)