the doorknob
on the other side
of the door.
i peer into the peephole,
and i see another
eye looking back at me.
what? i ask.
who is that?
what do you want?
everything, the man says.
everything you got.
you can let us in now,
or we can come back
after you're gone.
okay, okay.
later would be better.
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