We worry that you think
that when you leave
you will be missed.

Nothing that you have done
here can’t be done
by someone else

and less annoyingly—
fewer errors
maybe even.

What’s wrong with you is what
is wrong with all
of us, Steven

Pinker argues in his 
Blank Slate. He writes
that to live is

to relearn everything
we can’t undo
before we’re born,

and that adds up to why
we cannot wait
till you are gorn.

Sorry I even spoke—
would that it were
somebody else.

Am I the only honest
clerk left at the
St. Louis Belk?

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