He watches through
the bedroom window
the female mailman,
the opposite of a male mailwoman —
that person who stops in the little white
motor vehicle
to
drop
off
mostly advertisements

and sometimes big,
thick investment documents,
which he tells himself, as
he sits at the desk in the
bedroom looking out the
window, that he needs to
inform the investment
people that he wants to
go paperless, which then
would be…

thin-less lines on-line,
which
are what he is looking (:-) at right (this way) now (here).