Don’t understand

I was sweating

but things were nearly done

when sensing I wasn’t alone

I looked in the office

the kitchen

the bogs

no one there

but shit on the floor

and the crapper clogged with paper

as I cleaned again

I noticed shitty footprints

leading across the lobby

up the stairs

they weren’t mine so I followed them

star of the shitfoot version of Robinson Crusoe

I found a kid in the pool room

you’re covered in shit, I said

I wanted to play pool, he said.

out, I said

and watched him go

then examined the cue

as if it held some clue

to what was in his mind

seeing it didn’t

I got on with things.