all the answers were there,
there
in that phone
that
she clutched
like a cold
revolver
in the middle of the night
expecting
bandits.
one eye open.
if i could somehow pry
that phone
out of her death grip,
and figure
out her nine
step security code,
and fingerprint
and retina scan lockdown
i could at last
find out
what life
she was really leading.
that wife of mine.
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