Door-to-Door

Within minutes we were in the bedroom.
             I know this sounds bad.
Worse still to admit I’d said, Sure,
             come on over, when the man
called to inform me I was the lucky winner
             of a ten-piece set of cutlery.

So the stranger with sharp knives arrived
             in a green-plaid polyester blazer
with a silver Kirby vacuum cleaner
             and a suitcase full of accessories
including this clear Petri-dish attachment
             lined with a cotton wafer, thin as a host,
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