Special Delivery

Dolores worked in the Postal Service
She was barely holding it together
Her test score was high,
But not like her brain
With drugs making a first class run
Towards desperation.
She had not yet resorted
To using her curves or licking stamps,
Although her position let her make special deliveries
To better paying patrons.
Dolores took the package
Right to the door
Where she would knock
Announcing that she had that special delivery,
The recipient always saying, “Just a minute,”
Which was the code that let Dolores know
This was the junkie looking for a hook up.
She took the money, left the heroin, and
Made the next delivery.
None of the natural roadblocks or even daylight, would interrupt
Her special deliveries,
But it was the police who ended her career.

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