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‘Who’re you calling a literary hipster?’

he huffed, putting down his pint of Steam Whistle.

I apologized, of course, and promised

to read his second book, Suck It, Dick Cheney.

The next day I was back at the office.

The whole floor had been freshly painted —

clementine and puce — and the new mirrors

could expose the most clandestine bald spot.

I could hear that hipster from last night

crying in front of Prof. Dean’s class.

I wished there were more taco stands nearby,

but no taco, they say, is worth suicide.

Who was I to diss the hipster poet?

Bowing my head into my late grading —

I’ve used the word ‘iffy’ in a reference letter.

I’ve cancelled two classes to watch Survivor.