as i look at the clock,
i realize that
the maillady should be here
by now.
it could be that day.
it's been three
aganizing
weeks
of sweaty hands
and
no replied e-mails.
i need this guitarpickup
tofinish my guitar
i've been working on for
two months.
just the anxious feeling of maybe
me getting scammed
by SuPeRFreAk102.
and then i hear it.
the sound of
my metal gate
slamming.
then, oscar
runs
to
the
door
awaiting his cookie.
i see the maillady's shadow
move past the window.
i jumped up before she
could get to the steps.
i swing the door open
before she
could
ring
the
doorbell.
she sticks out her arm and hands me
five bills and a magazine.
No, still one more anxious day
to look
forward
too
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