DELIVERY

(curt sonnet)

The glove protects you she says
(Showing we)
It’s a short trip he says
(What we)
She can’t explain
He won’t know you
Nothing gets through in this vein
He wants her number too
Her pen threatens his paper
His leg is soft and flappy
The red cuts are from his shaver
She shuts the door but he
No click latch, no coupling couplet

Cathy Dreyer is a poet and critic.

Image: Emma Nagle via Flickr (cc).