the post man leeks his fury through
wrinkled corners, post marked
posing as ledgers of progress-
but I could never keep a sticker
aggressive remarks lend their cents
too colorful to care, how many people
can use a useless
but I flip through the pages between
bites of corn puffs anyways,
thinking, that's a pretty good deal.
whipping milk from my chin I think of
cashing in on favors given,
like coupons crammed into my mailbox,
shouting, "cut me,
put me inside of your pocket."
so we'll both save a few dimes.