delivery

you could kiss
the Chinese food delivery man
on the lips,
hug him
until he hurts
when he finally
arrives with your order.
you are that hungry.
instead you
throw in an extra
few bucks onto the tip,
which makes him
bow
and back away slowly
to his Hyundai
still idling
in the wet lot.
it's a heavy bag
that you rip into,
hardly waiting for a plate
to begin
eating your general tso
chicken.
maybe you should have ordered
less. skipped
the Peking duck
completely.
there is so much food
they've included
four fortune cookies.
you'll pick
the one that fits best,
and go with that.