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Who’s Afraid …?
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Ever after
I let him in.
after all, he had been waiting
so long, so patiently,
so persistently,
outside of my door
that I don’t remember
what it was not to see him
there
surrounded by expectancy
holding down hope
anticipating this day
that I had, at long last
allowed him to come inside.
He didn’t know, until
the lock turned behind him,
that we were out of meat
and Baby Girl needed a new coat.
