CARRIER
707 AND THE MORNING CRACKHEAD
they
fool you once in awhile
until
you see the vomit on the street
and
no one's on a diet
they
put on their best salvation army
shoes
and shirts
their
lines are getting better all the time
they
see what I have on
and
move past the
"brother
can you spare a dime" into
"my
truck broke down"
ten
blocks away and I
need
cab fare back to pakistan"
offering
to take my address
and
mail it all back to me
CARRIER 707 AND THE WOMAN IN THE ROBE
it
was early on a saturday
september
morning
I
needed a signature on this parcel
coming
somewhere from indiana
she
wasn't expecting it
when
she opened her back door
in
a loose robe I could feel
the
heat pass by
I
saw her hair in tangles
pillow
marks on her cheek
and
took the quick glance
that
any man would
she
said "you caught me without my face on"
sharing
what we both knew was obvious
but
hell
"you're
only the mailman"