you've locked your keys
inside the car so you stand
outside in the rain
and wind with a bent clothes hanger
trying to get in.
you explain to everyone
who passes by what happened.
my keys, you say, they're in there.
i'm locked out.
your wife, sitting inside,
talking on her phone,
keeps knocking
the loop off the lock
just as you lasso it,
keeping you from
opening the door.
apparently, she's mad again,
about something.
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