they defer to the real estate agent
who acts as if she lived
in this house forever.
They giggle at the Formica counter tops
in the kitchen.
They're overall air has been established.
He squats on the hardwood floor
as though it might collapse.
The wife, vacating any timidity
asks about square footage,
I look at the agent
who ruffles about her notes.
At this point it feels
like a test run.
They ask about the carpet
with utter disdain.
The thermostat appears to puzzle them,
the agent suggests a digital face
easily procured through Lowe's.
They seem happy with that.