The Bill Collector

A knock on the door. “Who’s there?”
    “It’s the bill collector, Ma’am.”
    No answer.
He repeats the knock until the door
quietly gives way. . . A voice says: “Come in . . . ”
The bill collector stands there thunderstruck,
retreats as though struck by a cobra
            his eyes pop out,
the rent bill flutters to the floor,
as the naked woman comes toward him.