TAKING THE TROUBLE

Posted: September 20, 2015 in Poetry
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TAKING THE TROUBLE
By David Allen

I walked to your
back door last night
and saw two legs standing
where mine might have been.
I panicked, stepped backwards
down the stoop steps,
retreated to the side of the house
and plotted.
Then I knocked on your door.
“Are you coming?” I asked.
You were confused, drunk,
shaken by his visit —
but smiling.
“How are you?” I asked his beard.
“I’m coming from behind my mask,”
he said. “My ass,” I thought.
You said you’d be along
shortly.

I waited through the long night
for your scream
or a slamming door.

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