Delivery / Another story folds

How hard he hopes
in the split second between the bell and his fingertip
for a slow toll unsettling enough to
muster the hairs on his arm.

A new plot pearls from his temples twisted and behind
the door the client turns a killer cold.
Then, just as quick, a dull buzz and a click
erase the newborn tale untold.
Looking down at the cardboard that holds
three pizzas and a passion in pieces
the writer sighs and mourns as another story folds.





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