making friends

you can see through
the peep hole
that it's a salesman
knocking,
but you open
the door anyway.
you've been a little
lonely lately since
your bird died
in his cage from cooking
with pots and pans
from china. the fumes.
you just read an article
in newsweek about it too.
yes, you say to the young
man. what are you
selling, you ask him.
nothing, he says. i
just wanted to say that
i backed into your car
when i was leaving
and i was going to leave
a note, but didn't
have a pen. so i thought
i'd tell you. you look
out into the parking
lot. which car, you ask.
that one, he says, pointing,
at a blue prius. you
shake your head, not
mine, that's tina's, next
door. but hey, stop for
stopping by.
nice to meet you.