the turn of the lock,
after the car,
is parked,
the engine off.
the keys
thrown
to the table.
the purse to the floor.
the refrigerator door
opened
then closed.
the soft sound of
a cork
unscrewed.
the clink of glass,
the pouring of wine,
then the click
of heels coming
up the stairs.
i know all those sounds.
each one
full of anxiety
and fear.
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