wrong delivery

your mail order
bride
from Russia finally
arrives,
but she's not
exactly what
you ordered.
you let her out
of the perforated
box and ask
her to turn
around a few
times. nope, she's
definitely
not what you
ordered.
hello, she says.
shaking
the packing
peanuts off of
her. I'm hungry
she says.
you rub your forehead,
looking at
the order form.
she's not a red
head, she's not
tall, she's got
short legs
and is kind of
on the boney side.
I'm really hungry,
she says, in perfect
English.
are you from Russia,
you ask her,
handing her a half
of the sandwich you
were eating when
the package arrived.
no, she says, wolfing
down the burger.
ohio. I'm from ohio.
close to Cleveland.
anything to drink?
this burger is like
really really
salty?