Personal Delivery

“Second level,
condominium.
He always tips.”
She called you
Doctor Alexander.
I thought maybe
you could listen
to my heart
and tell me why.
I thought maybe
you’d be someone
grand, wanting
to sit on this.
Maybe imported
cigarettes.
There are more
slogans here
than in the subway.
I don’t know
how long
I can stand
trying to dodge
the spray guns.
I don’t know
how much
or if
you’ll pay.