the dead bolt
won't turn, or the knob,
each key
gets stuck.
nothing turns, i shake
my head and yank
it free,
finally.
then go around back
and try
the rear door,
past the fence that says
beware of dog.
it's unlocked, no
need
for a key.
the real estate agent
pulls up
in his new Mercedes
and a sold sign,
that he pounds into the ground.
i tell him
about the lock.
he shrugs,
not my problem anymore
he says.
it's sold.
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