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Small
Talk at an Academic Conference on the Working Class
I've
been cornered by another conference
attendee who wants to tell me about his working
class experience: how he once wrote twelve pages
deconstructing the binary oppositions
within
the Greatest Hits of Bruce Springsteen.
I let indifference register on my face
as I read him like a bad poem:
A collar the color of photocopy paper.
Metaphors
as obvious as dead-end streets.
Language always in Word Perfect
No spelling errors or fragments
or Final Notice stamps. We shake hands
and
I note how clean his fingernails are:
no dirt in the ridges of his fingerprints.
Nothing that could leave a stain
on our handshake or a smudge on his resume.
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