Poetry

The Box (Seriously?)

Sitting quietly
reading poetry – Mary Oliver
and the doorbell rings
excitedly
Panicked
Over-and-over
I spring to action
Heart pounding
Someone’s in trouble
I imagine running to
the door to see

a box

A fucking box

and the carrier casually
walking back to the van
Sweet Jesus
Now I need a drink

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