i think
as i lock the door.
i stand
on the porch and think about it.
the oven's off.
the iron.
the back door locked.
the windows
pulled down
in case it rains.
there's money and credit
cards in
my pocket.
two changes of clothes.
a toothbrush.
and then she opens
the door
holding her luggage,
and says, what's up,
don't you want me to go?
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