Delivery:

You weren’t here, the Chinese-food menu,

shoved halfway into your doorjamb

by some harried distributor, tells you

as you come home. He isn’t here, you hear it saying

to passersby. As your key turns, you’re relieved

the lock hasn’t been forced. The menu falls.

You stoop to pick it up and see capital letters:

SPRING DRAGON CHINA KITCHEN GARDEN CITY

or some such. Below, a small promise: Delivery —

for $10 (minimum), you can eat at home

without cooking. Egg rolls, entree, and rice

in wax-paper sleeves and white cardboard boxes

with wire handles. Spread it on china,

make it your own. You sit, take off your shoes,

stretch, sigh, and consider.

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