at the door,
i see her bespectacled face
through the peep hole.
it's nearly eleven o'clock at night.
excuse me, she says.
as i crack the door open,
don't mean to bother you,
but the lights on in your car,
oh and you left
your keys in the door, and um,
you're not wearing any pants.
thanks, i tell her, running
out to turn the lights off, ignoring
her last observation.
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