or open
the door when
knocked upon.
his
fear
is children.
some he claims aren't
even his own. but
they come around
just the same
for crumbs of
money,
of love, for affection
that he never gave.
so he sits in the sun
out back
without a phone,
his hearing aid unplugged.
quiet and still.
his mind
empty of all things
gone wrong, of
what was done.
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