THE RESIDENT

What‘s with dead bolt
when hinges run loose?
If he comes to get you, he will!
Without a mere vibration, or you knowing it
until after the break in.
What’s with careful walk
within your premises
when there’s smoke without fire?
What came before and what comes after that—
A lifetime riddle left unanswered
What’s with hiding from him,
who takes up residence
in those stale breaths you breathe?
Let him come to you, or—
Poke your head into the oven.

© Gheeneil

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