American
My hands raise
against the light of the moon
and are cut.
I do not admit
to walking in the post dusk,
even though
a full day's work means home is darkened
before I step through the threshold.
My front door has two locks.
The top lock, the deadbolt,
swings to a different key
than the other.
I know my shoulder can shred the jam,
if the bottom lock
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