The Mailman

[miyako73]

Right after I finished watching
this foreign film
shot somewhere in Italy,
I thought about you
and how you cheerfully delivered
the same letter from State Farm;

the thank you card from my dentist
who pulled my wisdom tooth
and made me dream of unicorns;

the weekly flyers from Ralphs
I could use for some wine
maybe Pinot Grigio
or Cabernet from Tuscany,
soft cheeses like fontina
and mozarella that would melt
easily inside the toaster oven
when I would warm focaccia
or crisp bite-size piadini
delicious with cherry tomatoes,
prosciutto di Parma,
and leaves of basil;

and the cut coupons from Vons
promising Chilean strawberries
and crimson plums
always in season and on sale.



I wondered if you would listen
if I would tell you
about the postcard photographs
in the calendar displaying Venice,
its floating palazzos,
and dove-covered piazzas;

maybe if I would share
what I knew about Luigi Pirandello
and the stories of Moravia or Buzzati
and read the romantic odes
or the long canto of Neruda
about the sea smothering the rocks;

if I would ask you to open the bottle
using your mouth so I could see
the squareness of your jaw,
to hold the fruits so they would soften
before we would bite them
and stain our shirts,
and to smell the aroma of food
or count the wine bubbles
in place of sweet nothings;

and if I would plead with you
to watch me play with the Ping Pong ball
I would swallow and gag out
before rolling on to my loin.

[Delta40]

I really like this piece Miyako. The shift from flyers and their imagery to intimacy in the second half is fantastic. They could be two stand alone poems. I'm asking myself 'All this from the mailman?'

Excellent.

[miyako73]

Thank you, Delta. I think you're right.

Maybe the second will be for the plumber--hehehehe

Miyako

[Delta40]

Lol. Yeah or the sparkie!