you hear someone knocking at
your door,
but you're upstairs
and don't feel like going down.
it's never good
when someone knocks at your
door these days.
they want something,
your time, your money,
or they want to tell you about
God, as they believe in
God. but you're upstairs
in your underwear,
drawing a bath, almost
ready to sink into the water
with a new issue of
the new Yorker.
you could go to the window
and peer out, but they
might see you and knock even
harder. if it was someone
who knew you, wouldn't
they call first?
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