i go to my local
locksmith to have some new keys made.
he laughs
when he sees
me coming.
not again, he says.
tell me it ain't so brother.
i thought she was the real deal,
the true love,
the soul mate.
the one and only.
shut up,
i tell him. don't even
get me started on this one.
i just had new locks installed,
front and back doors.
a motion detector,
and one of those new fangled
camera doorbell gizmos
so i can see anyone approaching
the house.
i strung some barbed
wire along the back fence too,
so i'm all set.
i just need three duplicate
keys
made.
why three?
my lucky number i tell him.
my lucky number.
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