she had a guard
dog behind
the electrified
barbed wire fence
of her little
black dress,
she had an alarm,
a siren, a deadlock
on the steel door
of her soul.
there was a trip
wire that ran
along the curves
of her top and bottom.
there was no getting
in, or anywhere
with this one, that's
why we called her
fort knox.
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