by uzwi

They come to your door, a man & a woman in their thirties very neat & well presented, smelling of soap, & they begin, “Hello, we’re just calling on people today–” & pause, & look puzzled because that doesn’t on its own seem to be enough to fetch a response from you, & eventually continue “–& thinking about all the conflicts in the world today, & how God might not seem to care–” & you’re seventy years old & you’ve seen enough & you really, absolutely & completely don’t know how to respond, & in the end clear your throat & manage, “I’m not interested in that,” which doesn’t seem to be sufficient or even true, then close the door slowly & stand in the hall looking down at the tiles & try to remember what you were doing before.