I thanked him,
the man in charge,
for his astute insight
into my personality.

He scowled,
a head taller than I,
peering down under
eyebrows thick
like blonde pushbrooms.

“It wasn’t a compliment.”

“I’ll take it as one, anyway.”
I said, staring up at him,
lips grinning
over grit teeth.

He looked at me,
blinked,
then turned
and walked off
shaking his head.

His dress shoes
clomped across
the warehouse floor
like a legion of bullies
marching in retreat.

And I think I glimpsed
my *******
reflected in his
shiny bald spot.