someone at the door

there's a knock at the door.

do I answer it?

I lower the television and peek
out the peep hole.

the shadow of my eye
is clear
to whoever it is that's standing there.

a stranger.
a woman. what now?

she knocks again, harder this time,
with some
need, some problem, something
that I really
don't want to deal with
at this late hour.

I see a clipboard in her hand.

she could be part of the neighborhood
coven of witches that run
the condo board.

I let her knock and knock again,
until she finally gives
up

and goes to the neighbor next door.

I feel good about my decision
to not open up.