knocking, ringing
the bell.
i look out the side window.
it's not Mormons
with their crazy book,
or girl scouts selling
cookies,
it's not my neighbor
complaining that i put
the trash out
too early again,
it's not the police,
or a fireman.
or anyone from the condo
board complaining
about
me not watering the bushes.
it doesn't look
like any ex wives or
girlfriends holding sharp
knives either.
who the hell is it out
there?
carefully i tip toe back
to the couch.
maybe they'll go away.
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