Poem: No Lock

No Lock
by Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois

I was living on the North Coast
This woman was a will-o-the-wisp
later seriously anorexic

Across the street
the mill pond was steaming
making the fog even thicker
She appeared
at the west edge of the water
dressed all in black
like a vampire
except we didn’t think about vampires in those days
not yet having had our national blood sucked out of us
by diabolic corporations
We had different obsessions

She came in my front door
It was never locked—
the lock had fallen out
When I showed it to the landlord
he laughed
and invited me upstairs for a drink
The whole house was tilted

She came in and got into my bed
It was the only warm place in the house

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