on the door,
the not welcome written
on the mat,
the red light
saying exit, not entrance.
pay little mind
to the barb wire
and moat around
my life. the electric
fence. the guard dogs
barking with teeth
bared.
don't worry, the boiling
vats of oil at the top
of the tower will not
fall upon you.
the search lights will
go out, and the siren
saying intruder on premises
will go silent.
ring the bell and come
on in.
i could use a little
company since the last
time we met.
stay awhile, but don't
pack a bag, overnight
is out of the question.
i could just use a little
affection.
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